Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2001 17:06:53 EST
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: A Christmas Present

A Christmas Present

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INTRODUCTION - Christmases Past

Change can be difficult as we all know.  Since I was born, Christmas had
been at Mom's, well, Mom and Dad's before Dad passed away back in '86.  Now
that Mom is gone I've been invited to spend Christmas with my brother's
family at their bed and breakfast in Maine.


CHAPTER ONE - Meeting Michael

Turning into the pillared entrance and driving up the curving crushed stone
drive to the front door, I saw again that beautiful white rambling colonial
three story home with dark green shutters and cedar shake roof.  It was
complete with widow's walk and white railings.  My brother went to great
lengths to restore and maintain the past elegance of this mansion of a
wealthy merchant from the 19th century.  The lawns were beautiful even as
they browned for winter.  It hadn't snowed yet and I looked forward to a
walk in the 30 acre pine grove which surrounded the grounds on three sides.
The ocean was on the forth side.  The quiet and aroma of a pine forest,
with the twittering and skittering of it's wild inhabitants, is very
soothing.  The years of shed pine needles on the forest floor act as sound
insulation and also produce the most pleasant of pine scents.

With gifts and baggage unloaded from the car and piled on the steps, I
parked in the lot by the carriage house.  Then walked slowly back to the
front door stretching the six hour drive worth of kinks out of my back and
breathing in the Maine seacoast air.  I grabbed a couple bags and pushed
through the door into the front parlor.

"Hello the house!" I yelled out.

"We're in here!" came the reply.

I turned and found my way into the Great Room.  It was alight with the glow
of the season, a fantastic Christmas tree, many other decorations, carols
softly playing in the background, a roaring fire in the fireplace and
children.  Children I'd not seen before.  My brother and his wife came to
welcome me with hugs and kisses.  Other guests were introduced and the
children identified on the fly.  All the children were running here and
there with typical holiday energy.  All except two, a little boy of about 5
who sat close beside a boy of about 11 or 12 who was showing a handheld
computer game to the little one.  The older boy was breathtaking and I
couldn't pull my eyes away from him.

Perhaps I should explain here that my brother and his wife had children but
they were grown and living on their own.  However, they so much enjoy
children that numerous times a year they opened their bed and breakfast up
to 5 or 6 unplaced children from the county foster program.  A social
worker accompanies the kids and everyone benefits from the experience.
Over the years, past visiting children have kept in touch and revisited
often.  It's like a big extended family.  This is a season of firsts
though.  My first in what I hope will become a new tradition, Christmas
week in Maine.  And, the first time that foster children have come for a
week plus stay from Christmas to New Years.

I was pulled back from my private thoughts and admiration of the handsome
lad across the room by the realization that he was now looking back at my
stare and blushing deeply.  I smiled self-consciously and he looked back
down to the game he was playing.  I had missed his name as my sister-in-law
pointed him out.

"I'm sorry Mary, what did you say?"

"Oh, those two are 5 year old Christopher and 14 year old Michael.  Michael
is helping us keep Christopher quiet, he is a little hyperactive with the
holidays and all."

Mary was the straw boss type and always had things organized and under
control.  She was a genius at managing the bed and breakfast and any and
all guests including rambunctious foster kids.

"Michael is a mature and level headed boy and that is why, with our large
crowd and overbooked rooms, I have put a cot for him in your room.  I hope
you don't mind."

It wouldn't have done any good even if I did mind, which I didn't.  My
sister-in-law was the boss.

Whenever I visited, I always stayed in the room over the Carriage House.
It was warm and cozy with a four poster full-sized bed, a couple of
oversized overstuffed easy chairs, the requisite dressers and desk and a
balcony with a wonderful view over the pool and out to the sea.  There was
also a small gas fireplace that was purely for romantic firelight, not
really for heat though it did seem to put out some.  I particularly liked
the room for its private bathroom.  Bed and breakfasts seem to always have
a bath down the hall and this one was no exception.  In any event, it was
going to be interesting to see where the cot fit.

Now that introductions were finished, they helped me in with my things.
Gifts were placed under the tree and Mary called Michael over to help me
with my duffle bag, briefcase and laptop.  I find it impossible to go
anywhere without at least some work to do and the ability to hook up to the
web.  I sometimes feel like someone on an IV.

"It's nice of you to give me a hand Michael."  I could tell he was
delighted to be free of baby-sitting, at least for a little while.

"No problem ... ah, Mr. ... ah, what should I call you?"  He wasn't the
least bit embarrassed but just asked as a matter of fact.

"John is fine.  You seem to get on well with little kids."  I observed his
look of pride.

"Thanks.  I like Christopher and I like being trusted with taking care of
him.  But, I also just want to have some fun too.  Our social worker takes
care of him most of the time."

We walked through the breezeway connecting the main house to the Carriage
House and climbed the stairs to the door.  The way was protected from the
weather but not heated, so no one came this way by choice.  I liked the
privacy it provided but this visit, sharing my room with Michael,
eliminated that privacy and I was resigned to no late night web surfing of
gay sites.  However, I looked on the bright side.  I would be sharing a
room and bathroom with a very beautiful boy and might get a chance to
glimpse a bit more of him.

He was climbing the stairs ahead of me and I was able to watch as his cute
round bottom filled and moved in his faded blue jeans.  He was about 5' 1"
tall and 100 pounds.  That and his cherubic rosy cheeks, baby face and pale
blue eyes with long lashes, surrounded by straw colored medium length blond
hair made it easy for me to underestimate his age at 11 or 12.  Now that I
had a closer look at him and saw that his hair had lost the soft fluffiness
of the prepubescent and he had the beginnings of a teenage fullness in the
front, I realized he could easily be the 14 year old that Mary said he was.
But, he was just small for his age.  As we reached the door he turned and I
found myself very aware of his full red lips.  Again he blushed and looked
away smiling shyly.

The room was as warm and friendly as I remembered and I felt right at home
when we walked in.  Michael's cot was placed across the French doors that
opened onto the balcony.  A very logical place.  Access to the balcony
wouldn't be missed as it was too cold to enjoy it anyway.  Michael sat in
one of the overstuffed easy chairs as I unpacked and got settled in.  He
was a smart lad and did indeed seem mature for his age.  As I finished up I
changed shoes to some hiking boots.

Michael watched as I tied the boots and asked, "What are the boots for?"

"Oh, I love a walk in the pine woods here.  I've been looking forward to it
all day."

"Can I come with you?  It sounds nice."

"Sure, I'd love your company.  Let's just be sure they know we're going."

We checked in with Michael's social worker and Mary.  Typical of straw boss
Mary she told us to not be too long.  The air was cold and quiet.  You
could hear our foot steps crunch an occasional pine cone or twig on the
soft pine needle forest floor.  Of course there was the usual complaints of
a squirrel that thought we were invading his privacy.  Michael and I talked
softly so as not to spoil the atmosphere.  We roamed aimlessly through the
trees and I answered his almost constant questions.  Mostly he wanted to
know about what I did for a living and for fun and where I lived and what
sports I liked and more but, oddly, he never asked if I was married.  And,
he never said anything about himself.  He clearly avoided the subject.
Once he took my hand and then quickly let it go with a blush.  I don't
remember liking someone as quickly as I liked Michael.

When we both seemed to be slowing down and running out of gas, I suggested
that we rejoin the others as supper would be ready soon.  "Michael, I
really enjoyed chatting but next time I'd like to hear about you."

He groaned and made a face.  "There's not much that you'd be interested in.
My life's boring.  I don't do anything exciting."

"Well, nonetheless, I'd like to hear.  I'm sure you have plenty of thoughts
about things that are important to you and I'd enjoy hearing them."

He gave me his first tentative beam, though it was still tempered with a
bit of shyness.  His face lit up as I smiled back.


CHAPTER TWO - Cozying up with the Carolers

We rejoined the growing crowd and, in-between helping out serving drinks of
holiday cheer and passing around various tasty bits of traditional Holiday
fare, we found time to sit and chat some more.  This time though I insisted
that he tell me more about himself.  I learned about how his parents were
druggies and abused him but eventually both died of OD's and he was put in
the foster system.  He admitted that he often acted out a lot of anger and
that probably kept him from being adopted as he was switched from one
foster home to another very often.  He admitted that his anger had finally
kept him from being placed even in a foster home.  Now though, he said he
has realized that if he is going to survive and make something of himself
he will have to do it alone and that education was the key.  He was very
proud of the fact that he was now a straight-A student.

As he proudly stated that, he looked up at me and saw the tears in my eyes.
"Why are you crying John?"

"I hardly know you but I am so proud if you!"  I sniffled, whipping the
tears away and continued.  "But, education is only part of the key.  An
important part for sure but love is key as well.  It is just so sad that
you don't have the gift of love to go with the gift of your intelligence
and maturity."  Again Michael blushed and shyly looked away.  What a sweet
boy.

We were able to talk quietly for quite some time and got to know each other
much better.  I found myself liking this boy even more and wishing that
there was something that I could do for him.  But, since my business was
three states away I couldn't very well adopt him out of state.  Still, I
wished that there was something I could do.  I felt a hole in my heart for
him.

"Michael.  Anger, honest anger, is important too so long as it is expressed
constructively.  You can let your anger out with me so long as you are
willing to learn and gain from it."  I hesitated thoughtfully and added;
"Sorry to be so serious."

Just then we were roused from our conversation by Mary's shrill cry;
"SOUP'S ON!  GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT!"

Christmas Eve supper was always a drawn out affair in our family.  Hot
spiced cider, Hot Rum Toddies and light wines and beers were available to
the appropriate age groups.  Many different types of appetizers from all
sorts of ethnic backgrounds were sampled freely.  By the time we all sat
down to the various tables we very much appreciated the simple supper of a
choice of hot soups, salad and cold meats.  It was a time honored tradition
that stretched the evening and conversation out until it was near time for
the Carolers to come.

Every year the Carolers would swing by and treat the bed and breakfast to
20 minutes or so of a selected medley of traditional Christmas Carols.  I
was very curious to see how they did it as I'd been told that they always
came in a large red horse-drawn sleigh.  But, this year there wasn't any
snow as yet.

A cold wind had kicked up from off of the ocean and I was glad for the
blankets that my brother handed out as we walked to the main gate and
awaited the sleigh.  The children were running wild with the excitement
building to the arrival of the Carolers and then, hopefully when they were
all snug in their beds, to the fabled visit of old Saint Nick.  Just as I
thought they would spread out so far and wide that we'd never find them
again, we heard the faint familiar jingle of sleigh bells.

"Come on kids!"  Mary yelled at the top of her lungs.  "Everyone gather
together and find an adult to share a blanket with to keep warm."

Michael came running up with Christopher in hand.  "Can we share your
blanket John?"

I was half sitting and half leaning back on the stone fence with the large
blanket wrapped around me.  I lifted my left arm and half the blanket.
"Here, sit on the wall beside me."

Michael didn't hesitate but stepped right in front of me, pulling
Christopher in front of him and quietly said, "This is better."

He reached for my arms and pulled them around to cover us.  As there were
three of us I had to reach and Michael settled back against me so that he
could take hold of the blanket and cover Christopher as well.  Everything
fit together just right so that his sweet round bottom settled softly
against my groin.  My body stiffened as I felt him against me and I
realized that I would have to concentrate seriously on the singing to keep
from something else stiffening and Michael feeling it.  Everyone else was
spread out along the stone fence in pretty much identical arrangements.

Just as we saw the lights from the sleigh it actually began to snow and
snow hard.  A bit late for the sleigh but beautiful.  The crowd laughed
heartily as a small flatbed truck pulled up to the gate with the sleigh on
the bed.  After a few greetings the Carolers got things going.  During the
short delay Christopher fidgeted a bit and Michael in turn moved against
me.  I became conscious of how soft and round his bottom felt against me
and I began to get hard.  By the end of the first carol I was very hard and
must have been poking Michael's bum pretty obviously because he fidgeted a
bit more.  I got him to stand up a moment with the excuse of adjusting the
blanket and adjusted my erection to a more comfortable up pointing
position.  Michael shivered a bit with the momentary cold.  However, he
never said a thing or looked around.  As the second carol got underway and
we were again wrapped up snugly as before.  My hardness was nestled along
the grove of his bottom and as he moved slightly it caused me to throb
against him.

With that he turned and whispered; "This is nice and cozy." He sighed
deeply as he nuzzled further back against me and let his head rest in the
crook of my neck.

"Yes." I mumbled self-consciously.

It felt wonderful to me but at the same time I was overwhelmed with guilt.
He was, after all, only 14.  Was I taking advantage by not stopping it?
Was this harmful to him?  My mind spun with these questions.  I became
quiet and just held the blanket waiting for the carols to end.  I didn't
want to make the boy think that it was wrong to be this close to someone
and to feel these feelings, if he was indeed feeling as I felt or was even
aware of my arousal.  But, it was still wrong in the eyes of the law.

I never heard the carols end and was only aware that they were over because
he was pulled free of the blanket by Christopher who was eager to get back
to hang his stocking for Santa.


CHAPTER THREE - A Christmas Present, the gift of love

Michael acted as though nothing unusual had happened.  He helped
Christopher hang his stocking by the fireplace and sweetly explained to the
concerned little fellow that no, Santa wouldn't get his ass on fire because
the fire would be put out long before Santa arrived.  He promised that he
would check personally.  Then Michael and Meagan, the next oldest from the
foster home, helped the social worker put the four little ones to bed.

When he came back into the Great Room, I smiled from ear to ear.

"What's that for?" he asked shyly.

"You're a good lad Michael and will make a good father I think.  I can tell
you really enjoy children and Christopher looks up to you."

"You think so?  I mean about Chris looking up to me?"

"Sure.  He may be only 5 but I can tell you, he knows that you care about
him."

"Gosh, does it show that much?"  He seemed embarrassed.

"To me it does but then I know what I'm seeing."

"Because your care about me?"  He blushed as he said that but I know he
could see that I did care.

"This may sound confusing at first but if you think about it you'll
understand; I believe that inside you want to give to Chris what you
missed, just as I feel the need to give to you what I missed."  I watched
as his mind wandered over what I had said.  Slowly he seemed to come to
understand.

"You mean that you were a foster kid too?"

"No.  I had parents but they were just too busy or otherwise unable to be
there for me."  I had to take a deep breath to keep from losing it.

"Can I tell you something John?"

"Yes, sure."

Michael looked around as though he was going to pass to me a national
secret and then leaned in to whisper in my ear; "Chris told me he loved me
when I said good night.  I didn't know what to say back so I just said
thank you."

"That was perfect Michael.  You're are indeed a special boy."

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Can I give you something?"

"A Christmas present?  I don't have anything for you.  I didn't know you
kids were going to be here ... "

"No, no.  Just a couple of pictures of me.  You don't mind do you?"

He leaned forward and showed me a picture at the beach in the late spring
and another taken when a school friend's parents had taken him along to
DisneyWorld at Thanksgiving time this past fall.  I was really touched.

"Thank you Michael.  That's very sweet of you and I will enjoy them."

Again he leaned forward and this time whispered softly in my ear; "I love
you."  When he sat back he was so bright red I thought he'd been somehow
sunburned, just like in one of the pictures.

"Mike, that's the nicest thing that anyone has said to me in a long long
time.  I'm honored."

He again beamed shyly and in the seemingly typically short attention span
of boys, he changed the emotionally charged subject by challenged me to
trying his computer game.  I may be computer literate but when his bed time
rolled around, I was wasted by this 21st century kid and his computer game.

Mary came in and announced; "Meagan?  Michael?  Bed time.  Got your
stockings hung yet?"

I chuckled as Meagan seemed to think she was too old for a stocking but
Mike eagerly hung his right in front.  Then he asked me to come say good
night in a few minutes.

I announced to all, "A six hour drive and a long walk has a way of tiring
these old bones out.  It's 10:30 already and I think I'll crash too.
Besides, the Carriage House ghost might bother Mike if I'm not there to
chase it off."

"What ghost!" Mike asked with some skepticism.

"Oh John!  Why do you always have to try to scare the kids?"  Mary was
always scolding me about that but she always did it with a wink.

"What ghost!" Mike persisted.

"Come on Mike, let's go.  Mary, you still have that baseball bat in the
back closet?"

"Oh John, stop it!"

"DAMN IT JOHN!  WHAT GHOST?!" Mike loudly demanded.

We all stopped dead in out tracks and cracked up laughing.  Mike looked
around the room in surprise and, as the joke dawned on him, he turned beet
red.  It was getting to be an endearing trait of his.

He turned on his heal and stomped off. "Cute!  Just cute.  Try to scare the
orphan kid and on Christmas Eve too.  Sacrilegious adults, they're always
messing with our minds!"

I know I was playing right into his hands but I wished all a Merry
Christmas and good night and lit out after Mike. "Mike?  Mike!  Come on.
It was just in fun.  Mike?!"

I thought I heard a giggle so I followed up with. "Besides, it's just a
silly old story anyhow.  No body believes it."  I walked into our room and
got a fluffy snowball in the neck.

"What the heck?!  Oh my God!  Look at that."  I gazed in wonder as I looked
out at the balcony railing and saw that a good 3 inches of snow had fallen
since the Carolers had been here.  Mike had opened the door and was about
to nail me again with another snowball when I sunk to my knees and begged
forgiveness.  When he hesitated, I scrambled into the bathroom and slammed
the door just as the snowball hit it.  "HA!"

I took my time with the usual bathroom stuff and soon heard a soft knock at
the door.

"John?  You're not mad are you?  Please John, I gotta pee like you wouldn't
believe."

"No, I'm not mad," I giggled, "but this better not be an ambush."

"No but you better open up or it wont just be melted snowball on the floor
here."

I did and he rushed past me and let loose a forceful stream into the toilet
followed by a great sigh of relief.  I grabbed a towel and dried up the
floor.  The doors were closed again but the room was now quite cold.  I
started the gas fire and set the timer for an hour.  Good lord, what's this
world coming to.  A gas fire with a timer?  The fire didn't do much to heat
the room but it felt better just seeing its flames dance and make shadows
on the walls.

While Mike did his bathroom thing I stripped and dove for the warmth of my
bed.  The sheets were cold but I knew they would warm up and the heavy
blankets felt good weighing down on my naked body.  I lay on my left side
so I could look out the balcony doors and see the snow building up on the
wide railing.  Eventually Mike too made the final dash for the warmth of
his bed.  I was suddenly conscious of my sleeping in the nude as I saw that
he was in briefs and a T-shirt.  Oh well, I'd just have to cover up when I
got up in the morning.

"I'm glad you're not mad John."  There was a bit of uncertainty in his
voice.

"Nah, it was fun."

"It's nice to be treated like a person and not a kid.  I like that you talk
with me not to me.  I'm sure glad I met you."

"Me too."  I yawned.  "Guess I'm pooped though."

"Yeah, me too.  John, I ... ah ..."  He was silent for a moment.  "I meant
it you know.  Before, what I whispered in your ear."

"Yes, I know you did Mike and it makes me feel real good.  Sleep well my
new young friend."

"You too John, my new old friend."  I could hear a cold shiver in his voice
as he giggled but knew that his bed would warm up soon just as mine had.

After a "herumpf" at the old comment, I closed my eyes and drifted off.


CHAPTER FOUR - Another exchange of gifts

Something made the bed move and stirred my sleep.

"Huh?  Whas that?" I mumbled.

Mike whispered, "It's me John.  My bed's freezing.  Can I get in here?  I
wont bother you.  I don't toss or turn or kick or nothin'.  Please?"

"Herumpf?  Er, ok."  I mumbled and slid further over to the far side.

I felt a moment of cold air as he climbed in and then he whispered his
thanks.  Once again I drifted off to sleep.

I was soon dreaming the nicest dream.  I was snuggled up spoon fashion
against someone soft and warm and had my arms wrapped around them.  I
sighed softly and they did the same, almost like an echo.  Then I began to
realize that I was in that sort of in between state.  You know, between
dreaming and waking up?  I began to realize that it was a real warm body
that I was holding, that it was Michael.  I began to get hard.

I started to move my hips away from him and he held my arms tight and
groaned, "Uuhhnnn!  Noooo, I'm sooo coold.  Please hold me, just until I
get warm."  I was too sleepy to argue so I relented and drifted off to
sleep again.

The dream soon picked up where it had left off.  I snuggled close again and
felt a hand touch my leg.  It lightly and slowly moved up to my hip.  It
stopped there and then moved ever so slightly, this way and that, as though
looking for something that should have been there.

Then I heard a whisper, "I gotta pee."

The soft warm being of my dream slipped out of my arms.  But presently my
dream companion returned and slipped back into place in front of me.
Something was different though.  He was somehow smoother, softer and
warmer.  I felt myself fit closely behind him and my hardness nestled
neatly, as earlier, along the soft warm crevice of his bottom.  I nuzzled
my nose into his hair and breathed in his wonderful boy aroma.  He sighed a
long slow sigh of contentment and long needed and overdue comfort and
safety.  "I love you."

"I love you too."  I mumbled sleepily.  He was as naked as I was but it was
just a dream so I enjoyed it and slipped again into a deeper sleep.

Some time later I was gently awakened by a hand that was fumbling between
us.  He had a hold of my erection and was carefully trying to guide it
between his cheeks.  A heavy wave of lust washed over me and I nearly lost
control.  This was a fantasy come true but it was wrong.  I gently pulled
his hand away and quietly demanded, "What are you doing?"

"I love you.  I want you in there.  I need you in there ... don't you want
to?"  His voice was pleading.

I did not push him away.  That rejection would be too cold but I spoke
softly in his ear.  "Of course I do Michael but we can't."

"Why not?  You said you loved me.  I heard you.  It's not wrong, not like
this.  With love, I mean."

"No, I don't believe that it is wrong Michael but you are only 14.  It is
illegal."

"No John, not in Maine.  Here 14 is legal.  I looked it up on the Net
once."

I lay there in silence wrestling with my conscience.  I remember having
seen it on the web too and being surprised.  I so much wanted to do what's
right for him and at the same time give him what he needed.  I was in a
quandary.

"John?"

"No Mike?"

"Please?"

"Michael, I do love you but I don't want to do anything to hurt you."

"John, it wont hurt.  It's been done to me before."

"I didn't mean that kind of hurt ... well, I did but more, I meant
emotional and psychological hurt."

"But this time I want to do it.  Not just for me but for you too.  I saw
how you looked at me when you first arrived and I felt how you enjoyed my
being close to you when the carolers were here.  I know you think I'm sexy,
I feel the same way.  Please?"

After a speech like that I had to think.  I relaxed and rubbed his smooth
chest with my hand.  I was aware that the whole time we had been talking he
had been deliciously moving his bottom against me.  Using the movements to
spread around the precum that was flowing from my erection and working the
tip of my cock in between his buns and up to his hole.

I think he took my silence and the rubbing of his chest as a sign that I
was willing and he began to gently push back against me.  I was still
thinking about all the ramifications of our sudden relationship and
impending sexual involvement.  It was hugely complicated but those thoughts
were erased as I felt the exquisite feeling of the ring of muscle of his
hole slipping tightly over the head of my cock and squeezing down just
behind it.  His heat melted my resolve.

We both moaned softly at that feeling and he stopped pushing.  He took hold
of my hand and guided it down to his hard boy cock.  I softly wrapped my
fingers around his wet shaft and held on as he began again to push back.  I
pushed as well and we both trembled in passion as the precum did its job
and I began to slowly fill him with my hardness.  I could feel the tight
furnace heat of his insides.  Finally we were there.  We were joined as
close as we could get and I hugged him tightly as he grabbed my arm and
pulled it closely around him.

I kissed the back of his head. "Oh Michael, you feel so good."  I heard him
sob.  "I'm not hurting you am I?"  I asked urgently.

"No, no!  It feels so wonderful.  Like we are one.  Oh John, I feel like I
am finally complete."  He sobbed again.

As he sobbed, my erection throbbed inside him.  Startled, he exclaimed; "Oh
my!  Was that you?"

"No one else." I giggled and he giggled in return.

"Make it do that again."  I did and he exclaimed, "Oh Wow!  That feels sooo
goood!"

"I thought that you had done this before?"

"Yes.  Ah, no.  It was done TO me.  They never stopped to try stuff like
this, they just wanted to cum."

"Who is they?"  I asked with some building anger in my voice.

"Older boys and some of my foster fathers.  But that's in the past, so
please don't let it get you angry.  I just want to forget those times now."

"You're a wise and mature young man Mike."  I kissed the back of his neck
and licked his earlobe.  He shuddered in pleasure.

"Move it inside me John,"

I withdrew slightly and moved back in and he again shuddered.

"Oh God John.  I had no idea."

We made love this way, slowly and gently, for a while.  I held and softly
caressed his hard cock and eventually we both grew close to the edge of
orgasm.  I slowed to a halt.

"Why did you stop?" he moaned.

"I want you to cool down for a moment.  Then I will start again.  But
please, try not to cum when I do.  I mean, it's okay if you want to but I'd
like to suck you off after I cum."

"Really?  You will do that for me?  No one has ever done that for me.  I
will try but this feels so good I may not be able to hold it."

Again we started to move and I just held Michael close.  My hand rested on
his chest and I could feel his heart fluttering and his breathing in gasps.
I loved the feel of his soft round bottom against me and the boy aroma from
his hair as I buried my nose behind his ear.

I was close and had to gasp; "Oh Michael!  Oh my God!  You are so tight and
hot inside!  You feel so good!  I love you!  I'm gonna cum!  Oh, I love
... unnggg, ohhh, unnng, oh Miiiaaecchaaalll ..."

Thank God we were in a separate building.  I must have shot 5 or 6 huge
times into him.  He writhed in pleasure as he felt my orgasm fill him with
a part of me but, he didn't cum and I was happy.  I wanted him to have his
own moment.

He held tight as we calmed and I regained my breath.  "Oh man," he
whispered.  "I never dreamed.  I had no idea.  That was so incredible."

Eventually I could speak.  "Mike, I can honestly say that I don't remember
one that good in a long long time."

I couldn't believe it but I was still very hard.  Now at my age that is
something very special.  I would have loved for us to fall asleep while I
was inside him but I also wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had
given me.  I gently pulled out of him and he moaned at the emptiness.  I
promised a return visit soon.  Then I moved him onto his back and slipped
beneath the sheets.  My tongue left a trail of dampness all around his
belly and down the tender areas where his legs meet his groin.  He trembled
with the pleasure of it.  I kissed his balls and licked under them causing
a gasp.

He spread his legs wider and I moved in between them.  Slowly I kissed my
way up and over his balls again and up the length of his shaft.  At the tip
I ran my tongue all around and tasted his sweet boy precum.  He was shaking
his head back and forth and his hips were writhing as he gasped over and
over; "I love you, I love you, I love you."

My mouth moved over the head of his throbbing boy cock and I tightened my
lips on his shaft as I went down until my nose was buried in his pubic
hair.  I sucked hard and started moving on him.  He ran his fingers in my
hair and held tight.  His hips lifted up off the bed and I grabbed his butt
cheeks and held on as he exploded his cum down my throat.  I was aware of a
high pitched keening and realized that he was in lust beyond control.  He
strained and strained as shot after shot of his rich boy cum gushed into my
mouth.  I was in every bit as much ecstasy as he.

We collapsed and slept.


CHAPTER FIVE - Promises of Christmases yet to come

The week passed much too fast.  Michael and I were inseparable.  By day, we
were man and boy looking more and more like potential father and son.  On
the fourth day, the social worker began to suggest that interstate adoption
was not impossible and I began to contemplate selling my business and
moving to Maine.  By night, Mike and I were insatiable lovers.

Finally, New Year's Eve was here and we were all in a very festive mood.
The party was a great success and even the little ones were allowed to be
up at midnight.  Mike and I were perhaps a bit more subdued than the others
though.  I would be leaving in the morning.

After midnight, Mary hardly waited for the horns to stop blowing and before
the confetti hit the floor, bellowed out; "Okay kids, off to bed!  Come on
now, even you Michael and Meagan."

Mike looked up at me with such a sad face.  "Go on Mike.  Please?  I'll be
along in a couple minutes."

He didn't know but I had slipped back to our room just before midnight and
turned on the gas fireplace.  Then I had laid out a couple of thick
comforters and some pillows right in front of the fire.  Finally, I had
turned up the heat so it would be nice and warm, even for a couple of naked
lovers.

I patted him on the head and like a good maybe-father-to-be said, "Go on
now, there's a good boy."

The pout on his face was priceless as he slowly left the Great Room but not
near as priceless as the look I was waiting to see when I told him I had
decided to move up to Maine.  The one look I would miss was the look of
surprise when he saw the way the room was set up.

When I finally broke away 15 minutes later and walked into the room he was
naked and stretched out in front of the fire.

As I locked the door he grinned up at me and said, "You're evil you know
... but that's one of the things I love about you."

I giggled as he leapt to his feet and, between passionate kisses, he
undressed me.  When I was naked he pulled me down to the quilts and we
began to make love.  Eventually he lay back on his back and lifting his
legs up, told me that he needed me inside him.  I knelt down before him and
slowly entered him.  The look of passion, love and peace on his face made
my life complete.  We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed long
and lovingly.

Before I started to move inside him I whispered in this ear; "Michael, I
love you more than anything and would like us to live together.  That is,
if that is what you want too."

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up so he could look into my eyes.
"I'd like that more than anything,"

We kissed and made love as though it was the first time ... for we knew it
would not be the last.