Under the Christmas Tree - 3. Chapter 3

Downstairs Gil and I faced the expected cat-calls, whoops, and “atta-boys” from the peanut gallery that had finally put away the cards and begun to focus on creating dinner for the six of us. Jim put on some soft Christmas albums to put us in the mood for presents and eggnog.

With the activity in the kitchen occupying the others, Gil sat on the loveseat in the den while I got us each a cup of spiced cider to fuel some private getting-to-know-you time with my new fellow.

When I was settled beside him, Gil took my hand, looked into my eyes, and said softly, “Thank you, Art, for an amazing time just now.”

“I should say the same thing to you, Gil. I’ve never enjoyed sex so much nor cum so hard. Your openness and warmth just amaze me.”

“You’re too sweet!”

“Just truthful. You couldn’t know how special that was for me.”

“Why?” he asked sweetly. “Because of your recent break-up?”

I nodded. “Yes, but there’s even more.” I sipped my cider. “When I learned that Wayne had been carrying on an affair for 2 years – we were only together 3 years – I felt so inadequate. I mean, I couldn’t even hold his interest for more than a year?”

“Clearly he’s a fool.”

“I don’t know. I know he’s a jerk, but maybe not a fool.”

“But you had good times, I’m sure.”

“Yes, we did. But I think he took advantage of my youth and inexperience. He was ten years older and had already had a lover and other boyfriends. He was really my first major love. And he dominated me a lot more than I realized until it was over.”

“I’m glad you’re out of that relationship, babe. You deserve to let your own personality out, to shine, to be your own man, to meet your own needs. It sounds like he was really holding you back.”

“You seem to bring the best out of me!”

Gil chuckled. “I’m glad to hear that. The you I’ve seen today is certainly a really good, kind, and loving person, not to mention a very hot stud in bed!”

I laughed. “That’s so ironic.”

He looked puzzled. “I don’t understand.”

“Well, calling me a stud is ironic.”

“I don’t see why. It’s certainly true. You fucked me so-o good!”

I blushed at his compliment.

“Why is it ironic?” he went on.

“Well, because I haven’t gotten a chance to top for over 3 years.”

Gil was silent for a moment. “Wow. You’re such a natural top.”

“Before I met Wayne, I considered myself versatile. I wasn’t highly experienced, but had messed around with some of my buddies quite a bit while we were in college.

One guy wouldn’t do anything but let us give him a blowjob. One just wanted to top. And one loved being a bottom.”

“That would have been me,” Gil grinned. “Give me a nice cock in my ass any day and I’m happy.”

“I kind of figured that out,” I smiled.

“Pretty obvious, I guess,” he said. “So, were you the one who only wanted to top?”

“Nope. I was the fourth guy. Pretty early on I realized I liked every type of sex. Well, regular sex, I mean. Not into bondage or pain or dominance. But I like to suck a guy, I like to fuck, and I enjoy getting fucked sometimes, too. So, I was the one who sort of made it all work, I guess, with my three friends, I mean. But mostly I was called on to suck Toby or to fuck Aaron. Since neither of them liked to top, that left only Dave to give me any experience in that department. And he mostly fucked Aaron so I didn’t get much experience as a bottom.”

“It all sounds wonderful to me.”

I grinned and nodded. “I guess we had a good couple of years.”

“But it was different with Wayne.” Gil stated it matter-of-factly.

“Oh, yeah. He needed to be in control about most everything and was very clear that I would never put my dick in his ass but that my ass would be his whenever he wanted it. I was so attracted to him and unsure of myself that I went along with him, no questions asked and no complaints. And, to be fair, it was satisfying to me. I did learn a lot about bottoming comfortably and adapted very well to the new regime in my life.”

“So, today was your first time to top in over three years?”

“Yep.” I grinned. “And it was worth the wait!”

“See how sweet you are?” He gave me a quick kiss. When he pulled back, he stayed close to my face. “I don’t think in a couple of days we can make up for three years, but we’ll give it the old college try, okay?”

My dick responded with a throb as a shot of blood was diverted from wherever into my manhood. I grinned at him. “You are such a little tease!” Then I kissed him.

“I’m only teasing you to get what I want, which, as you now know, is your fat cock deep in my ass.”

“Fuck, Gil.”

“Yes,” he laughed, “that’s the idea: Fuck Gil.”

I was blocked from answering by a shout from the kitchen door. “Okay, lovebirds, zip it up. Dinner in 5 and you won’t be late!” It was Larry announcing the meal.

Mike and Jim had planned a traditional Christmas dinner for mid-day the next day, Christmas itself. So tonight’s repast was meant to be different, but also like a family holiday. This meal was traditional Italian featuring a tasty lasagna with meat sauce complimented by Caesar salad and melt-in-your-mouth garlic cheese bread.

I was in the best mood I’d been in for months (years?), which meant that we were all happy and upbeat. The conversation was lively and fun. When we had essentially finished the meal, Mike said, “Jim and I have a little tradition for holiday dinners we’d like to share.”

“Okay,” Larry said.

“What is it?” Rob asked.

“We like to share a memory of a Christmas past,” Jim said.

“It could be a childhood memory or something that happened last year,” Mike added.

“Hopefully, a happy memory,” Jim said.

“Oh,” Rob said, “you don’t want to know about the year Fluffy climbed our tree and managed to hang herself on a strand of Christmas lights?”

Everyone laughed loudly at this as each, I suppose, imagined poor Fluffy’s sad ending suspended on the tree. I kept seeing the lights blinking in my mind as the kitten struggled in vain to get free. Okay, so we are sick! If you’d been there, you would have laughed, too.

When the laughter and comments died out, Jim said, “I’ll start.” We all looked expectantly at him as he told a nice story about the year he first realized Santa was a hoax. After a somewhat meager set of gifts under the tree, his dad took him out to the barn (they lived on a farm in Nebraska) to show him a Shetland pony that had just appeared overnight. He’d asked Jim what he thought they ought to do with the pony and Jim volunteered to take care of it if he could keep it. He concluded the story with the admission that he knew Santa hadn’t brought the pony, but he didn’t say anything about his discovery until after Thanksgiving the next year.

Mike’s memory was when he was 14 and his older brother surprised everyone by showing up early on Christmas morning, finally home from Vietnam. We could all understand why that was so memorable.

Larry spent much of his childhood at Navy bases in Hawaii and Guam. The family’s first stateside Christmas was when he was 6. They spent the holidays with his father’s parents in Cheyenne, where little Larry saw snow for the first time and his father taught him to build a snowman.

Rod told us about the Christmas when he was 16. After hitting puberty a couple of years earlier, he was always after his brother, who was a year younger, trying to get him to “do things” that would feel good. He had managed to get his sibling (Joe) to participate in mutual “hands-on” masturbation and then, back in the summer, Joe had agreed to blow him. On that particular Christmas, Joe told Rod he had a special private gift for him that night. As we all guessed, Joe let Rod fuck him that night. And apparently every night thereafter until Rod graduated from college and moved away from home. I had known for years about Rod’s dominance of his brother, but not the connection with Christmas.

“My greatest memory is not about one specific Christmas,” I started. “When I was really little, like maybe 3 or 4, I was so enamored of the Christmas tree with its colored lights and the pretty ornaments that I wouldn’t go to sleep in my bed. So, my dad brought out our summer sleeping bags and put them under the tree. We got to sleep there all night. They must have drugged me every year because I never woke up while they were putting the presents out. You know, from Santa. They’d say Santa came while I was sleeping and he was so quiet I didn’t wake up.”

“What a sweet story,” Rod said. “You’ve never mentioned that before.”

“I haven’t really thought about it in years.”

“Why do you think you slept so well?” Mike asked.

I was quiet for a moment while I reflected. “I think I felt completely safe there. You know, nothing bad could happen underneath a Christmas tree. Besides, I was with my mom and dad and there was nothing to worry about and lots to look forward to. It was so peaceful.”

Gil, who was sitting beside me, put his hand on my forearm, squeezing gently. I thought he had tears in his eyes when he said, “What a beautiful memory!”

“Okay, Gil,” Mike said, “your turn.”

“Sure,” Gil nodded his beautiful head. “As you know, I grew up in Pueblo. My father worked at the steel plant while my mother was a nurse at a doctors’ clinic. We weren’t well-to-do, but we had more than a lot of people. When she was 16, my sister Gloria quit high school to marry a sergeant who was stationed at Pueblo Army Depot. He was 25, so my parents didn’t like the idea, but José was a good guy and won them over. He promised he would see to it Gloria would finish high school, which actually did happen. Anyhow, my older brother Miguel had joined the Air Force as an aircraft mechanic and was stationed at Patrick Air Force Base in Titusville, Florida, while José and Gloria were at Fort Benning in Columbus, Georgia. So, Ma and Pa and I spent a week in a motel at Cocoa Beach with José and Gloria so the family could all be together for Christmas. I got to go to Disneyworld and Kennedy Space Center, go surfing, and hang out on the beach. It showed me there is a lot of excitement once you get away from Pueblo. It was the best time our family ever had together.”

“Great stories, everybody!” Mike called. “Thank you for sharing our tradition.”

We cleared off the table, then Gil and I washed and dried dishes for an hour while the others put leftovers away and then hung out in the den.

We played Charades for a while with Mike, Larry, and Gil winning a close game. You should have seen Gil doing “Gypsy Rose Lee”. I think Mike knew what it was before he actually guessed it, but we were all enjoying Gil’s pantomimed strip-tease so much no one wanted it to end. Damn, what an alluring dude!

After Charades, Jim made a pitcher of Daiquiris while Mike popped up three big bowls of popcorn. Then, we all settled in to watch the old classic It’s a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed. We got caught up in it as if we’d never seen it, although all of us had seen it multiple times. Afterwards, Gil went to help Jim and

Mike clean up the kitchen while I stayed in the den with Rod and Larry. From where I was sitting, I could see the three in the kitchen having a rather serious conversation, but I could not hear them. It only lasted a couple of minutes before Jim nodded and Gil smiled and thanked him.

When he came back into the den, Gil called out to me, “Ready for bed, stud?” When I looked up at him, he was grinning like the Cheshire cat. For good measure and to be sure I knew he wasn’t suggesting sleep, he wiggled his eyebrows at me seductively.

“Oh, yeah, Gil,” Rod snarked. “He’s been ready for you for hours.”

Larry laughed and I could hear chuckles from the kitchen, too.

I smiled up at Gil. “You bet, baby!”

When we arrived at my room, Gil excused himself and entered the connecting bathroom. As I undressed, I heard him pee, flush, and brush before he came back out.

“My turn,” I said and went in to get ready for some hot sex.

A few minutes later, when I came out of the bathroom, my heart nearly stopped when I saw Gil waiting for me.

Within moments we were entwined in each other’s arms on the bed, our mouths together with dueling tongues, hands roaming everywhere. Soon two bits of cloth were stripped off us and flung onto the floor as our hard pricks met between us for some serious frottage. Groans and moans filled the room as my heart pounded like a great piston.

I became quite the aggressor as I wolfed down his 7” stiffy, manhandled his balls, and tickled his rosebud. Soon his legs were raised (I didn’t know if he had raised them or I had pushed them back) and my tongue found his anxious hole. I ate him out with incredible gusto until his sphincter was relaxed and winking with need. He lay there, passively moaning with little yelps when I tongued him just so.

My dick was a hard, rigid pole dripping profusely into the sheets as I put all my energy into rimming this exquisite ass that was so pliable under my touch. I ate him out like a starving man and he loved every stroke of my tongue, every nip of my teeth, every moment of my onslaught. Finally, when I thought he was completely out of his head with desire to take my throbber deep within him, something bonked me on the head. Reluctantly, I raised up to investigate, only to see him holding out the bottle of baby oil in a silent request to be fucked.

I grinned, grabbed the bottle, and sat back on my haunches. I released his ankles and he gently placed them on my shoulders while I quickly shoved some lube into him, enjoying the feel of the smooth-sided entryway into his fuckchannel. Then I oiled my fuckstick in preparation for an easy penetration.

When I entered him, it did seem effortless for me and painless for him. I held his gaze as I dropped slowly onto his torso and brought my lips to his. We sucked face while I pushed his knees into the mattress on each side of his body and commenced the spectacular in and out of intercourse. I wanted this time to last as long as possible, so I used a slow, gentle rhythm for several minutes. I varied the rhythm by going hard and fast for maybe half a minute, then I stopped altogether, fully inside his warm wetness. When I moved slowly inside him, he moaned and whimpered quietly, but when I strengthened my thrusts, he would groan loudly, yelping each time I bottomed out in his ass.

When I knew I was close to cumming, I stopped again. Holding his gaze, I pulled slowly out all the way. As my cock popped out of him, he groaned a disappointed, “Ohhh.”

“I want you on your knees against the headboard,” I directed.

He analyzed this suggestion for a moment before nodding, grinning, and whispering, “Okay, dude.”

We re-arranged and he grasped the top of the headboard to steady himself for the onslaught of powerful thrusts he was expecting. From my perspective, the view of his open, waiting, vulnerable ass was nothing short of monumental and I feared the sight alone might take me over the edge. Those firm mounds of flesh were naturally parted to show his red, gaping hole that begged to be taken again. Oh, fuck! I pulled him slightly toward me in order to position him perfectly, then I let my prick kiss his hole before sliding it in. All the way in. With one gentle stroke.

“Oh, God,” he moaned as I came to the end of my penetration. “Fuck me, Art!”

“No, babe,” I said firmly. “I want you to fuck yourself. Show me how much you want my thick cock.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groaned as he pulled his ass forward a few inches, then slid it back onto my prong with an audible gasp and then, “oh, yes!”

For the next several minutes he fucked himself on my cock with long, curving moves that brought my need to seed him higher and higher. Without conscious thought, I began fondling his balls as he slammed his ass onto my turgidity, taking me as deeply as possible each time. I began to fight the urge to come because I hoped we could do it together. We were moaning and groaning so loudly I knew the other guys could hear us, but I didn’t care.

Finally I just could not wait any longer, so I grasped him by the hips and began moving into and out of him at the same pace as he was using my big cock. This strengthened the thrusts, exaggerated the friction, and resulted in extreme sensations coursing through my cock and undoubtedly also coursing through his prostate and rectum.

“I’m … about … to cum, ba-by,” I panted. “Cum with me, please.”

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned.

I pounded him as hard and fast as I could for about half a dozen strokes.

He screamed and his ass clamped down on my cock like an imploding nuclear weapon. Even as his first shot raced through his urethra, my gonads began emptying powerfully into him. We thrashed together as his sperm obliterated the headboard and sheets while mine filled him so full he began leaking around my cock even before I finished.

When it was over, there was one second of silence. Then, through the door to the hall, raucous applause and shouting could be heard.