Under the Christmas Tree - 5. Chapter 5

When I finally woke, I still spooned the sleeping beauty within my arms, my hard cock pressed against his firm melons as a reminder of yesterday’s pleasures. Startlingly bright sunlight shined through the tree. The insistent aroma of coffee filtered in from the kitchen along with quiet voices and some muted cooking noises. I guessed it was time to get up.

Gil and I endured some more good-natured ribbing about what we had given each other for Christmas and about keeping everyone awake half the night (which might have been true) and being genetically related to rabbits, etc. Underneath all the jabs and laughter, I could tell Jim and Mike love Gil as much as Rob and Larry love me. All in all, we had a great time just being together in our little cocoon from the bigger, crueler world.

After brunch, we exchanged some gifts – the type you get for people who have everything and you don’t know well. Of course, no gift had the depth of meaning of the group effort to let me sleep under the Christmas tree last night, especially with the added bonus of sharing it with Gil.

After we had decimated the area near the tree and cleaned it up, Jim and Mike retired to the kitchen to work on our dinner, insisting that the rest of us stay out of the kitchen for a while. We decided it would be a good time for a Christmas snowball fight, which resulted in my winning lobs right into Larry’s face to extract a surrender after a while.

After we quit jumping around, we all started to get cold rather quickly in the 13-degree afternoon. So, at around 1:15 we went back inside to enjoy more hot spiced cider as we watched Miracle on 34th Street and cuddled.

Knowing that Gil would be leaving us after dinner to get back to Denver for his shift at The Triangle, I was antsy to have more time alone with him. At the mid-point of the movie, Gil looked at me and whispered, “I know how it ends.”

“Me, too.”

“Want to spend some time upstairs?” His seductive voice and smile convinced me I definitely did want to spend time upstairs with him.

We excused ourselves and dashed up to my room, where we quickly embraced and began snogging and stripping each other. Soon we fell onto the bed into a rather spontaneous 69 that got us both hot and horny, our hard rods challenging our throats with insistence. I wanted one final turn at Gil’s fabulous butt, but I didn’t want to work him too much if he had any residual tenderness from our earlier activities.

After a while, Gil pulled off my dick to inquire, “Could I have you deep inside me once more, babe?”

I pulled his dick out of my throat, sucked off the extra mucus on it, smiled inwardly, and used my deepest, butchest voice to say, “Fuck yeah, baby!”

Gil got onto his knees in the middle of the bed, leaned his head down onto a pillow and spread his ass open and available to me. I took a moment to memorize the look of his expectant hole framed by smooth mounds of light-brown ass-flesh, which caused my body to pump an additional shot of blood into my ready fuckstick.

I took another few moments to lick around his rosebud, ultimately pulling it open with my tongue so I could lick the interior surface of his sphincter. He showed his appreciation for my efforts with a sort of mewling sound and sudden twitches of his butt. I didn’t linger there as long as I really wanted to, but grabbed the baby oil to lube up both his love-chute and my love-probe.

When I entered him, I was immediately transported to a world that included only us, locked together in an act as old as mankind but which had quite possibly never been executed with more excitement than I was feeling at that moment. For a while Gil let me drive, but then he began to meet my thrusts. Soon he added his own special squeezes to the action. Before I was ready, we were at the peak of mutual fucking power, our cries of ecstasy growing as we began to approach our own points of no return.

My emotions were all over the place as we mated that Christmas afternoon. Feelings of love and connection grappled with feelings of sadness at our looming separation. The desire to give my very best to my partner was challenged by my more basic desire for beautiful release into this most alluring vessel. Attempts to prolong the fantastic feelings were in direct opposition to my need to cum as soon as possible. I wasn’t sure exactly what Gil was feeling, but after a time it became obvious that he wanted my seed for he began a rolling movement throughout his talented ass that had the effect of milking my cock in a sort of combination of fucking and sucking sensations that took me not only over the top, but over the moon in just a couple of minutes. My ejaculation was intense, even if it was not quite as large as earlier ones had been.

Gil had not cum with me so I withdrew, tossed him over onto his back, and swallowed his purple prick. I only needed to deep throat him (with appropriate throat-squeezes) 6 or 8 times to bring him off and earn the full taste of his testicle-load. I took a shot directly into my throat, then pulled back so I could taste the other shots of his sweet jizz. Yummy!

We cuddled for a few minutes as our breathing patterns returned to normal. I caressed his smooth olive skin that covered firm muscles as I tried to fight off the melancholy that threatened to take over.

When I could speak, I said, “Gil, you’re the most amazing lover I’ve ever had. Every time we’ve fucked has been the best time of my life, baby. You are incredible!”

He rewarded me with a beautiful wide smile. “We seem to be pretty compatible in that way,” he laughed.

“No kidding! I also want you to know that your kind, gentle, loving way with me has brought me a lot, a very lot, of healing in just a day. You’ve given me so much in such a short time, Gil. I love you for it.”

He leaned in and gave me a chaste peck on the lips. “I love you, too, Art. I’m glad God gave us these two days together. I would have hated to miss this incredible time … to miss you. Thank you, babe.”

I kissed him this time. “Thank you, baby. I know I’ll never forget this time with you.”

A loud rapping on the door interrupted us.

“Yes?” I called.

“Dinner in ten minutes.” I think it was Larry’s voice, but I’m not really sure.

“Okay.”

Eleven minutes later we appeared in the dining room, dressed and famished. The turkey was moist, the dressing tasty, all the sides were special, the wine perfect, the conversation happy and relaxed. The pecan pie was a fitting conclusion to a truly memorable meal, but even that wasn’t as sweet as the loving looks we six gay men gave each other on this very special day.

Shortly after we finished dinner, Gil accepted a thermos of coffee, hugged our hosts, kissed me, donned his coat, scarf, hat, and gloves, grabbed his duffel, and stepped into the twilight for his drive down the mountain and back to Denver. We had a very sweet kiss on the icy porch that let us both moist-eyed. I watched him scrape snow off his windshield and start his little Datsun. Then he was gone.

He phoned in almost 2 hours later to let us know he was safe at home.

Two days later, I dropped Rob and Larry at Stapleton International Airport for their flight home to Dallas, then turned southwest for the long drive back to Durango.

When I got back to the apartment I had shared with Wayne, all his stuff was gone. On the table he’d left a note with a forwarding address, an apology for messing up our good thing, and a check to cover the month’s utilities. I immediately crashed for a nap, but didn’t go right to sleep.

I realized I held no more animosity in my heart for Wayne. It was pushed out by the excitement of meeting Gil and my new sense of well-being. Somehow, I knew I’d be okay. Maybe I’d see Gil again one day. Maybe I’d meet someone new. Maybe I’d start over someplace new. Whatever happened, I knew I would be okay.

Good luck, Wayne. Thank you, Gil!

The End

Post Script

A lot of years have passed since the Christmas spent with Gil and the guys in the mountains above Boulder. As for me, I have lived a good life. I fell in love again and then out of love. I spent nearly two decades alone and, just when I decided I’d never have another partner, I met the love of my life. We were 52 (me) and 53 (him) and the joy was worth waiting for. We moved to the mountains of New Mexico when we retired, living in bliss for nearly 7 years until he died suddenly. I’ve adapted and taken what happiness I can from the long days and even longer nights alone, helped a great deal by many incredible friends and my writing.

The real couple represented by Mike and Jim in this story celebrated their 50th anniversary in August, 2021, and are doing well. The couple represented by Rob and Larry in this story have been together almost 40 years. I was Rob’s best man for their Holy Union in 1985. They got legally hitched in 2015 when same-gender marriage was finally legalized nationally. They are doing well, too.

I never saw the young man I call Gil again after our little affair-ette on the mountain. I heard through Mike and Jim that he became sick a few years later and subsequently died from complications of AIDS. As I write this, I am saddened yet again by this tragic loss, for “Gil” was a good man, a very, very good man. He shared his good looks, hot body, loving heart, and happy personality with others generously while asking for nothing in return. The time he shared with me gave me a tremendous shot of strength and self-confidence at a time I needed it especially. In retrospect, I know he brought a lot of good to my life in only a few hours. For that, for him, for our shared experience, I am very grateful.

Wherever you are, Gil, I want you to know that you may have lived a life that was far too short, but it was still very meaningful for me. I’m so glad we had that time under the Christmas tree. You’ll always be young, beautiful, sexy, and sweet in my heart. I love you, baby!