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18 Weeks of Twoey - 115. Week Seventeen Wednesday, December 24, 2014: Christmas Present
“Are spirits’ lives so short?” asked Scrooge.
“My life upon this globe, is very brief,” replied the Ghost. “It ends to-night.”
“To-night!” cried Scrooge.
“To-night at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing near.”
The chimes were ringing the three quarters past eleven at that moment.
A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
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The distinctive aroma of pine filled my senses. And, of course, it made sense because it was Christmas. That was obvious by the mistletoe hanging from the archway between our living and dining rooms. It was the time for joy and happiness. And I was joyful and happy because Twoey was with me. He was standing just on the other side of that archway, in the living room. He smiled and walked toward me as I took a step toward him. We were now framed by the arch, which was the connection between those two dissimilar territories. The mistletoe was directly above us. From his smile, I knew this was it; this was forever. Our bodies melted together as we kissed. I know I was blushing as my eyes opened to meet his. But instead of seeing my green eyed beauty smiling, I saw him suddenly get sucked up into the mistletoe!
What?!
Crap! – Another Twoey dream!
SHIT!!!
I sat up on the bed, trying to shake the vision from my mind. Hearing voices downstairs, I made my way to the shower. Once again, I had no desire to jack-off. I became worried my two-day reserve of cum was probably going to start leaking out of me somewhere. I wondered if there was such a thing as a cum-plug. OK, I’m sorry – by that point, I must have been delirious, or something.
When my brain finally decided to rejoin me, I realized that today was Christmas Eve. Today was the day for our family, traditionally, to put up and decorated the Christmas tree. I wondered if it would even happen this year. After all, there would only be Tommy and me here after Christmas Day. It seemed such a waste. And to me, now being an orphan, it appeared even more so.
At least Aunt Sarah seemed genuine as she produced banana pancakes for breakfast. Even Liz and Greg materialized and Tommy was suddenly sitting next to me at the table. He was up early again. The table talk revolved around plans for their leaving tomorrow and what they should remember to bring and yada, yada, yada. I tuned it out, concentrating on the interesting shapes the syrup formed around my remaining pancake pieces. At least Aunt Sarah had the intelligence to buy real maple syrup for us. After breakfast, we began the tasks for today.
I didn’t know who had bought the tree, but it was in the garage. Greg and I muscled it into the living room and set it up. I had done this enough years to be quite expert at it. I could tell it was Greg’s first time, so I supervised and Tommy watched – I hope he learned well, he might be The Man pretty soon. Liz supervised the decorating, with Tommy giving her grief, as only Tommy could. The older people simply watched. This was the kid’s show. I did everything Liz asked, without much emotion. Lately, it seemed every emotion was being replaced by ice water any time I was in my house and in the presence of my kin. Anyway, Greg and I always got along well. We also put up door-wreaths and mistletoe. Eventually, we got it all finished and the boxes stowed away. It was early afternoon by the time everything was thoroughly trimmed. That brought on another tradition, that of watching the classic film A Christmas Carol. I remembered, a few years ago, we watched a whole bunch of versions of this story and decided, unanimously, that this was THE one to watch. And so, every year it has become a post-decoration tradition. The thing is in black and white and over half a century old. It was from 1951, for gosh sake! But it beat all the others we saw, hands down.
After the movie, we were sitting around and they were all talking about nothing in particular. Finally, I decided to test the waters of this big secret. I absolutely could not resist.
“So Greg, what are you guys gonna do special in The City?”
“Ohhh ...we’ll go see a few shows; I already have the tickets.”
“That sounds nice. Are there any special events going on that I should know about?”
His face got red. “Um, what do you mean, David?”
“You know, like concerts – shit like that.”
“Oh. I’m not sure what’s up. I’ll have to check it out. That’s a good suggestion. Thanks.”
“Any special plans for New Year’s Eve?”
“I guess we’ll try to be at the ball drop, but that might be a bit crowded. I’m not sure yet.” My future brother-in-law was so funny trying to not give away the secret.
I didn’t think Tommy had figured it out yet because he kept giving me questioning looks. Liz was shooting laser beams at me. I was having a ball and finally seemed to be clawing out of my funk.
Greg was saved any further ‘fun’ by Aunt Sarah, who brought out roast beef sandwiches and fresh horseradish, so hot, I think it cleared my sinuses for the next several weeks. We were done eating by about six, when I explained it was time for me to make the rounds of gag-gifts for all my friends.
I went upstairs to get the gift bag which I had packed with the stuff for tonight, but Tommy followed me.
“What was all that shit with Greg about the trip?”
I sat him down and explained what was going to happen. At first he looked like he didn’t believe me, but then I could see all the pieces falling into place in his little mind as his face lit up in a big smile.
Then suddenly another emotion crossed his face. “Do you think she’s pregnant?”
“Absolutely. That’s why everything is so hush-hush. It finally dawned on me while I was thinking it all over.”
So we talked a bit more and decided it would be wisest to not pursue the pregnancy angle. It sure as hell didn’t affect me in any way. If they were so hyper about it, let them have their little secret. It would all come out in about nine months anyway. Tommy promised to not talk about any of this with anybody. When he left my room I took another shower and decided to dress a little ...provocatively. I figured, what the hell! Gray low-rise jeans, a red V-neck sweater that was really tight on me and a little short, so that a band of skin showed between it and the top of my black CKs, and black Vans were my Christmas Eve attire. My white shell necklace set everything off nicely – Santa’s colors.
It was nearly seven by the time I left. I began to make the rounds. I led off with the gang. Gary was first, then Nels, and finally Sam. We had a lot of fun exchanging weird shit. The look on Sam’s face, when he unwrapped the Polka Party CD, was worth the whole trip. After leaving his place, I looped back to Plum Street. I wasn’t sure about this at first, but I couldn’t avoid Twoey, or especially Ginny. After all, it was Christmas.
She welcomed me in and, as I took off my coat, Twoey walked into the room. He simply stared at me. I explained about the silly gift tradition, but since I knew they weren’t aware of it, I decided to give them a big box of chocolates, which was produced from my bag and placed on their coffee table. Ginny made us hot chocolate and we sat by their fireplace to drink it with Christmas cookies. I realized right then how very much I missed the times spent there with her while Twoey was in the hospital.
Twoey seemed a little guarded. I knew he’d had a traumatic experience with Erik the snake, so I could understand. I tried to break the ice by asking what they were going to do for Christmas. Ginny said she turned down a few invitations.
“I’m in so much of a whirl, preparing for my tour, that I decided it would be best if we had a small meal at home. It’ll only be Michael and me. We’re eating at about three. Why don’t you join us, David.” I could see the pleading look on her face and immediately realized it was Twoey who must have been behind not wanting to go anywhere.
At that very moment, I could have strangled Erik until the last breath of life left him, and then squeezed his neck for another half-hour. I thought, so much for my no more hate campaign.
“Sure, I’ll be there! The three of us – just like old times.” I could see the hint of a smile cross Twoey’s face. We talked a bit longer and then I explained that I had to walk across town to finish my gift distribution to Alex and Randy. Twoey asked me how Alex was doing after the breakup.
“I think she’s doing OK. I haven’t really seen too much of her since, y’know.”
Ginny asked a few questions and then I got ready to leave. I gave her a big hug. I wasn’t quite sure what to do about Twoey. But as I stood in front of him, I could read the look of longing in his eyes, so I hugged him too. He squeezed me tighter as he whispered into my ear.
“Thank you for coming over tomorrow.”
And so I kissed him.
I tried to make it nothing too emotional because I was still trying to find that fine line I needed to walk. But I wasn’t going to shut Twoey out. I knew by now I could never do that. We had too much history. Besides, I loved him. And the kiss felt good.
I left and headed over to Alex’s. On my way, I got a call from Donny asking me why I wasn’t to his house yet.
“Hurry over, I’m all alone tonight. Everyone has gone to visit my Aunt and Uncle. I begged-off, saying their kids were too young for me to hang out with and I was expecting you because we were going to exchange presents. So hurry, HURRY!”
“I’m on my way across town now. After Alex and Randy I’ll be at your place, probably in a half-hour.”
I had to chuckle at the conversation from my needy friend.
Alex had a welcoming kiss for me and we exchanged a few small, unromantic presents. She was noticeably more upbeat, and that made me feel better. When she gets over how shitty I was to here, I think we can resume being friends. I even got to meet her brother Ricky. Happily, Alex’s mother and father were out somewhere. I’m not sure I could have survived her mother’s cross-examination.
Next, I went to Randy's and thanked the Gods his parents were right there, and not ‘out somewhere,’ because when I took off my coat, I think he salivated. He kept touching me as we exchanged our presents, which were actually books. I guess we did have something in common, after all. He had such a hungry look in his eyes as he ran his fingers across my shirt and nipples.
“I like your Christmas shirt, David.”
It was time to go.
Donny was another matter entirely. A soon as I removed my jacket and laid it on a chair, he said, “Oh fucking hell!” He was on me in an instant. His tongue was half-way down my throat and his hands were on my ass pushing me into his boner ...hard! He broke the kiss and said, “Oh God, my Christmas present has arrived!”
We went to his room and he immediately started undressing me. I matched him garment for garment and soon all I was wearing was my shell necklace. He wasn’t even wearing that much! For a brief moment, we stood in front of each other, our erections throbbing. That didn’t last long because a second later Donny was on his knees and I was deep into his mouth, or down his throat, or some fucking place in his body. He continued like that for a while, until we moved onto his bed. Once there, we kissed and explored and sucked and ended up kissing again.
He wouldn’t let us cum. “I have better plans,” he told me. After some very hot kissing, the most intense we had ever engaged in, certainly that I had ever engaged in, Donny looked me in the eyes and whispered, “You have to fuck me now ...please!”
I wasn’t quite sure how this fit onto the fine line I was trying to walk.
“Are you sure? I’ve never done that before. It’ll be terrible, like my first blowjob. Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“Oh, no you don’t! I’ve been waiting for days! You’ve got to do it for me, David!”
He pulled me down on him and kissed me as our bodies and unbelievably rigid erections rubbed against each other. He wore me down but, I’ve gotta admit, it wasn’t a terribly hard sell. I think those hormone thingies took every other thought out of my mind. Donny pulled out a condom and a gray plastic bottle. He sheathed me and squirted a slippery liquid on his hands and then rubbed them up and down over my unbelievably stiff, happy member. That got my attention! Then he squirted a little more and pushed it into his asshole. I was surprised to see how easily it got bigger to allow two of his fingers to enter.
“I prepared myself before you got here, so we’re ready to go.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what “preparing myself” meant, but I think I understood the part about "we’re ready to go." Donny pushed me down on the bed, onto my back. Lifting his long legs over my body, he positioned himself above me. Grabbing my stiffness with his hand, he found the entranceway, introducing me to his body. In a slow, steady push, he was soon sitting on me. I was completely encased in the hot glove of Donny’s body. I could not believe how hot it felt – I mean temperature – and how good it felt. I think I got much harder, if that were even possible.
He slowly moved up, almost out, then back down again. His eyes were closed. I could see the look of ecstasy painted on his face. At that moment, I realized that it was me who was making him feel so good. That thought, beside the physical feelings coursing through my own body, made me feel good. He enjoyed himself for a little while, and then finally opened his eyes. Bending forward, he kissed me in a new and different way. He got off. Lying down beside me, Donny asked me to enter him. I knelt behind him as he raised his legs. I was hypnotized for a moment, staring at his now slightly open hole.
“Hurry up, stick it in!”
That brought me out of my trance. I easily entered him, sliding all the way in. I knew what to do; it just took my brain a few seconds to catch up. Slowly I pulled back a bit and then forward. Each time I pulled back a little farther and pushed forward a little more firmly. The real thing sure felt different from that dream where I was fucking myself.
But I was fucking Donny! I could do this forever – but not really. I knew I was not going to make it much longer. Then Donny groaned out “Harder!” My body started to push in and out of him in long stabs. “Please kiss me?” And so on the next thrust I dropped to his mouth and kissed him, which just intensified the feeling. At that point, I grabbed his cock and then lost all control of myself as I jerked and then just squeezed it, while I fucked him more quickly. His first shot hit me in the chin and that did it, as I felt myself expand and shoot again and again. All that pent-up two day supply of cum was finally leaving my body with repeated, tingly sensations.
Clearly I had just experienced the most intense feeling of my life! I fell onto the bed as I slipped out of him. We just lay there in our afterglow. Donny was the first to return to the living, as he leaned over to grace me with a soft kiss. That brought me around.
“Merry Christmas, David.”
We showered, dressed and simply sat, talking for a while. I didn’t think I would ever be capable of any more sex for ...days? It had been physically and emotionally very extreme. I was drained. Donny told me to hold tight for a minute as he left the room. Soon he returned with two glasses containing a red liquid with ice cubes swimming in them.
“It’s just some cranberry juice to help revive you.”
I took a big gulp and gasped. “What the hell is this?”
“Well, you can’t drink cranberry juice without a little vodka. It’s something to warm you up for the holidays.” He swallowed like half his glass. “Go on, it gets better. You’ll like it.”
And so I did. We had about three more glasses ‘for the holiday,’ and I was in a pretty mellow mood as I walked home. Everything felt perfect. I wasn’t a virgin anymore and I was floating a little.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and it was only about eleven. I woke up at three in the morning. I started to think. My eyes popped open as I suddenly realized that I had sex with a boy tonight. My life had just changed.
My life had absolutely just changed!
My fucking life had absolutely just changed!
Even though I kept saying I was not gay, I’d jerked off thinking of boys. I’d kissed boys and been kissed by boys. I’d been sucked off by a boy and sucked one off. And now – and now I had even fucked a boy. And I had liked it all. I had enjoyed it all. I had loved it all. How could I say I wasn’t gay? But how could I say I was gay?
It was all Twoey’s fault.
And then I got sick. I ran into the bathroom and puked into the toilet until I couldn’t puke up anything more and I still tried to puke.
It was all Twoey's fault.
It all went back to September second.
And then I was jolted by a series of head pains.
Merry Fucking Christmas, David!
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