Under the Christmas Tree - 1. Chapter 1

A few minutes past two, Gil arrived in a flurry of snowflakes, hugs, and laughter. Initially, I couldn’t see him well, but finally he had his parka, Cossack hat, scarf, and gloves deposited in the hall and came into the den where we were all camped out in front of the fireplace while Mike, Jim, Rob, and Larry played more Spades.

When I could finally see him, I saw that Gil was stunningly beautiful! He was several inches shorter than my 6’1” height, maybe 5’9”. He was small in stature, as best I could tell given his bulky winter sweater. He did have on a pair of deliciously tight, thigh-hugging black Britannia jeans that drew my attention to his ass more than anything had caught my eye in the past two weeks. Oh, my! Gil was also outgoing, friendly, and very energetic. When we were introduced, he paid close attention to me and instantly made me feel special, almost attractive again.

Mike showed Gil around the downstairs portion of the house to see the Christmas tree and decorations. I could hear them talking as Jim went to the kitchen for a few minutes, returning with chips and salsa and a tray loaded with margaritas. We all sat for a while in the den as Gil chatted with Mike and Jim about what they’d been up to during the past couple of weeks. I gleaned from eavesdropping on their conversation that Gil also lives in Denver and is a bar tender at a downtown gay bar called The Triangle, that The Triangle has a very active back room, and that Gil is blissfully single and sexually quite active. That was no surprise given this boy’s personality and beauty. Answering a question from Rob, Gil shared that he is 22 and grew up in Pueblo in the southern part of the state. He has a sister two years older and a brother two years older than her. His father is Mexican and his mother is Russian, an unusual mixture that Rob suggested might be the source of Gil’s exotic good looks.

Even though I was my usual silent self during the whole, long conversation, Gil frequently looked at me, often smiling and even winking at me once. I was impressed and a little titillated by that.

After a second round of delicious margaritas, Gil said, “Okay, dudes, you invited me to come up the mountain, fighting all that snow, for some time in your hot tub. So, how about it?” He looked right at me with a gigantic grin for a couple of seconds and then winked.

“Of course,” Mike said. “You go ahead, but we need to complete our game of Spades.”

“I’d like to join you,” I blurted out, which shocked everyone except Gil.

“Great!” the beautiful guy said. “It’ll give us a chance to get acquainted.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a few smirks from around the game table, even some “significant looks” at each other, but I didn’t care. I felt my heart beating stronger than it had in quite a while and, frankly, that felt good.

“Where should I change?” Gil inquired.

Jim pointed up the stairs. “Second door on the left. You’ll be sharing the bath with Art. He can show you the way.”

Gil smiled as he picked up a small duffel bag and said, “I’m all yours, handsome.”

I grinned and started for the stairs. As he waited for me to go ahead of him, I thought of the great sight in store if I could watch him go ahead of me wearing those sexy Britannia’s.

“After you, Gil,” I said and indicated the stairs with my outstretched arm.

I stayed two steps below him all the way up to the second floor. Of course, that put my nose about 18” behind his curvaceous firm flexing buns and caused my dormant dick to come instantly out of hibernation and start to rise to its glory. At the top of the stairs, Gil stopped, turning halfway around to grin at me. “Now where, stud?”

Stud?!?! Fuck! My dick throbbed and reached fullness even if trapped inside my Wranglers and briefs.

“Uhm, right here,” I gestured towards the other spare room. “I’m the next room there. Come over when you’re ready.”

“Sure,” he smiled and went inside his room.

Quickly I changed into my Speedo and willed my unruly dick to relax. Several minutes passed before I heard a soft rap at the door into the shared bathroom.

“Come in, Gil,” I said.

Each of the bedrooms had a small vanity in an alcove next to the door which led into a small room with a nice walk-in shower and a toilet. From that room, Gil emerged and paused in the alcove. Devoid of his clothing, Gil was more stunning than I could ever have imagined.

Involuntarily I sucked in a lung-full of air. “Holy fuck!” I breathed. “Are you for real?” I asked without actually thinking.

He grinned and walked toward me. “I’m as real as you are, buddy.”

He stopped about three feet in front of me, tilted his head to one side, grinned, and said, “You are every bit as hot as Mike said you are.”

Huh? I had suspected they were trying to set me up to get me out of my grand funk, but how could they interest someone as blazing as this little hottie?

“Uhm,” I mumbled, “speaking of hot, you should look in the mirror sometime.”

He grinned again. “So, if you’ll come to the hot tub with me, I’ll let you follow me back up the stairs again later.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Busted!” I chuckled. “Deal! I think I would follow you anywhere.”

He reached out with his right hand toward my left hand. I held mine out and we clasped hands. He tugged slightly and I moved toward him, right into his chest. We hugged for several seconds as our palms got to know our shoulder blades, waists, and, yes, even our buttocks. God, his were so solid and firm, almost as firm as my dick.

Eventually, Gil pushed me away slightly. “If we don’t hit the hot tub right now, I’m going to have to rape you, Art.”

“Ohhhh,” I moaned.

“Save that erection for later, babe,” he said, turning around and strolling into the hallway. I followed a couple of steps behind him, very grateful for the view.

I knew my erection was obvious in my tight little Speedos, but I didn’t care as we sauntered through the den to the door leading onto the deck outside. Just inside the door was a shelving unit with about a dozen fluffy white towels.

As we went past, Gil grabbed two and said, “I got you one.”

When we opened the door onto the deck, a frigid stillness sucked the heat right out of our bodies in, like, 3 seconds.

Soon we were ensconced in the bubbly 102-degree tub surrounded by a foot of snow and 22-degree air. We slid around to the side of the tub nearest the house so we could enjoy the best view of Boulder, where lights were beginning to pop on in the early dusk. Gil slid up against my side and pulled my arm around his shoulders as he nestled into the crook of my arm. It was charming and sexy as hell. Again, my dick throbbed.

We talked for a few minutes as he asked about my life and I shared the bare information about my youth in Texas, my move to Durango, and my life with Wayne. When I shared about the pain of Wayne’s betrayal and our ensuing break-up, Gil leaned back across my chest, almost putting his head against my leg, so he could look me in the eye.

“I’m so sorry, Art. You didn’t deserve that.” Then he pulled my head down as he stretched upwards so we could have our first kiss. While it was intended and received as a sweet, casual kiss, it nevertheless was accepted by my unruly body as the opening salvo of a monumental fuckathon. Gently, the tip of Gil’s tongue slipped between his lips to touch my lips almost imperceptibly. My lips parted and my tongue moved forward to meet his, which immediately drew my tongue into his mouth.

Shit, this was hot!

Without breaking our kiss, Gil slid across my body, dragging his amazing butt across my straining dick while he was at it. I’m pretty sure my dick goosed him a couple of times while he was in transit. He tossed his feet and legs around until he was able to straddle my legs and drop into a lap-dance position on my thighs. With that, we really went to town as our kisses became so passionate they were almost painful. I grasped his buns and pulled him forward until my crotch was nestled beneath his ass, balls, and taint.

I forgot all about my broken heart as my attention went completely to this fantasy boy in my arms, in my lap. For 8 to 10 minutes, we noshed on each other and I had no thoughts of anything but the feel of my tongue in his mouth, his lips pillowy against mine, his perfect pecs against mine, and the round firmness of his ass in my palms.

Finally, Gil backed away slightly, reluctantly breaking our kiss.

“Babe, I need more. Can we go upstairs?”

Author’s Note:

Before Art and Gil get upstairs, I wanted to editorialize a bit. Remember that this story takes place in 1983, which was a difficult time in the lives of gay men of that day. HIV and AIDS were raging in some big cities, beautiful young men had started dying by the dozens, and we were just learning how it was spread – what was safe sex and what wasn’t. Gay men had not yet learned the value (indeed the necessity) of using condoms. So, a warning is in order that this story features condom-free sex. This is not an endorsement on random condom-free sex by this author or by GayAuthors.com. Thanks for reading!
Ken