Under the Christmas Tree - 4. Chapter 4

The laughter and applause coming from the hallway following our noisy climax prompted Gil and me to laugh, too, in the midst of our gasping for air. That weird mixture of physical responses caused some very unique sounds, which kept us in stitches for a few minutes as we separated and came down from our sexual high.
I plopped onto my back and Gil collapsed into the space beside me. We lay heaving and giggling for a while until we returned to a modicum of normalcy.

“Shower?” I asked.

“Definitely,” he answered.

Our shower turned out to be half washing each other and half gently caressing each other. It was a little bit magical, as I recall. When we got out of the shower and dried off, we each put on some fresh undies and Gil said, “Let’s check out the tree before we call it a night. Shall we?”

That sounded like the perfect way to end a perfect Christmas Eve, I thought. “Of course!”

We grabbed the comforter off the bed, wrapped it around our shoulders, and went slowly and quietly down the stairs to the living room, where the tree stood ablaze in front of the windows. The silence and the magical beauty of the setting were stunning and I stared transfixed at the beautiful tree with the star-filled night sky behind it.

Then my eyes dropped to the floor beneath the gorgeous tree.

“What’s that under the tree?” I asked.

We moved closer and then I realized the answer to my own question. A single mattress lay under the tree made up with sheets and blankets and a couple of pillows.

With recognition came a huge lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.

Gil instantly read the emotion on my face. He smiled, clutched me tighter beneath the comforter, and whispered, “Look. Just for us, babe!”

I embarrassed myself with some serious crying that bordered on blubbering as I realized what an immense gift I was being given.

“Come on,” he urged, “let’s crawl in and get warm.”

Quickly we settled in with me on my side facing the tree and Gil wrapped around me protectively. For a while I couldn’t stop sobbing as somehow the pain of the past couple of weeks just poured out as I lay in his loving arms in the safety of the Christmas tree. Patiently, Gil held me close, gently rubbing my chest and nibbling from time to time on my neck and shoulders. All those emotions left me snotty-nosed so I looked around for something to use to clean myself up, discovering a bottle of lube and a couple of hand towels lying next to me. Our hosts certainly thought of everything, didn’t they? I pulled up one of the towels and wiped my face as I slowly returned to normal.

Once I felt presentable again, I turned over in Gil’s arms so we were facing each other. He was smiling and peaceful.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Ignoring my comment, he said, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“I’ll take credit for the idea, but Mike and Jim did all the work to make it happen.”

“I’ll thank them tomorrow.” I raised an eyebrow and used my sultry voice to say, “I’ll thank you right now.”

He smiled and said, “Ooooooh.”

I leaned into him and we kissed, my tongue wasting no time in taking control of his mouth, which seemed to take his breath away. Within a few moments, our pricks rose up to duel between us as the passion reignited like a wildfire.

With some shifting and wiggling around, I got him onto his back. I pushed his legs back until he took hold of his ankles, then I dove into his crotch to rim his spotless ass. He remained relaxed from our time before, but I still immensely enjoyed working into him with my tongue, followed later by several lubed fingers, and finally my insatiable cock. I fucked him for a long time in that old fashioned missionary position, capturing most of his moans with an endless kiss. I made this one as leisurely and romantic as possible.

Frankly, I was lost in a sea of emotions as our conjoined bodies repeatedly reminded us of a sort of union, a oneness, we were experiencing regardless of what the future might bring or what it might withhold from us. The world beyond ceased to have any meaning for me, just as any time beyond the present could not touch me.

Although my heart pounded and my body strained to join with Gil, my mind was in an extreme peaceful state. Later I wondered if during that short time I might not have been in Nirvana.

Eventually the pacing of my thrusts began to speed up, though I did not consciously change the rhythm. I added power to my full strokes into his body. Our groans and grunts grew in strength and when I seemed stuck at the top of my tantric expectation, Gil’s talented love canal went into a squeeze-and-release mode that drew my sperm like a calf draws milk from an udder.

When I came, it wasn’t in the usual series of spectacular blasts, but in one glorious release like a firehose on that wildfire within Gil’s ass. I must have hosed him with my life juices for close to a minute, the delicious agony of release overloading my internal circuits until my brain ceased to process real thoughts, instead just capturing feelings that were unique at that point in my history. My flowing orgasm finally ended when Gil’s muscular interior simply closed tightly upon my cock as his own flow began to fill the crevices in our abs.

When both of us were spent, I withdrew from his warmth, broke our connection, and mopped us up as best I could. By the time I tossed the scummy towel aside, Gil was asleep. I settled next to him, pushed him onto his side, scooped him into my arms, and spooned him tightly as my conscious mind left me to a deep, peaceful slumber.

I don’t think either of us moved a muscle the rest of the night, although my brain carried me through some marvelous dreams in which Gil and I seemed to live out a whole life together with walks around a shimmering mountain lake, candlelit dinners, joint showers, clear night skies filled with moonlight, soft music, and lots of kisses and caresses.  It was the most romantic, truly love-ly dream I had ever had.  My dream seemed to last for hours as it filled me with satisfaction, peace, and joy.