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Watching Noah Grow by Erastes
Copyright 2018 by Erastes
Chapter 19 – We Wish You a Merry Christmas. 



The company let us go home at noon on the Friday before Christmas, so once I'd closed up the office, I drove directly to the airport to catch my flight.  Since I'd been advised in advance that the company was going to do this, I'd not only scheduled an earlier flight, but I also placed my suitcase in the trunk of my car before heading to work that morning.  It meant I had everything I needed, so I drove directly to the airport and arrived in plenty of time to catch my 3:30 flight.  Leaving work early had allowed me to beat most of the traffic heading in the same direction, and this definitely reduced any potential aggravation. 

To my surprise, both my mom and dad were waiting for me when my plane landed.  "I guess getting here earlier has its benefits.  It's nice that you could pull yourself out of the kitchen long enough to come meet me this time." 

"You can thank your father for that, because he's insisting that we stop at a restaurant to eat on the way home.  I think he's just being foolish and spending ten times the amount it would have cost me to fix the same thing at the house." 

"It's so we can each order what we want, and I think you'd be grateful for getting some time off from cooking," Dad said as he gave Mom the 'evil eye' for airing this in public. "Besides, I'm doing it for Brian's sake, so he can actually get to talk with you before Christmas."

"Yes," I quickly agreed.  "I'm sure you'll be barricading yourself in the kitchen on Sunday to prepare everything for the next day, and then you'll be in the kitchen most of Monday too."  

"Not this time, because it will just be the three of us for Christmas dinner.  That means it won't take nearly as long to fix what we'll need," Mom replied. 

"You mean you didn't invite Aunt Sue and Uncle Bill?" I gasped, totally shocked. 

"Oh, I invited them, but they'd already accepted an invitation to go to Florida for Christmas.  Bill has a cousin who lives there, and the cousin and his wife asked them to visit for a few days.  Sue and Bill thought they'd take advantage of the offer and went there so they could enjoy the warmer weather for a brief time." 

"Good for them, but it's even better for us, because at least now I'll be able to spend some time with both of you."

We then talked about three different restaurants and decided which one we'd stop at on the way back to the house.  We had a lovely meal, intermixed with pleasant conversation, but it was painfully obvious that my mother was still unhappy about spending so much on a single meal.  When the server brought the check, I attempted to eliminate the problem. 

"Why don't you let me get that?"

"No, I'm taking care of it," Dad replied adamantly, as he glared at my mother. 

"Let me pick up the tab, because I can certainly afford to do it." 

"No, dear.  It's our treat," Mom stated after hearing the unspoken message from her husband. 

"At least let me split it with you?" 

"No, I've got this covered, and we can afford it too, no matter what you may believe your mother meant by her comment earlier."

"Yes, we can afford it," Mom quickly added.  "I just thought it was foolish to spend so much when we could enjoy a lovely meal more cheaply at home." 

When I noticed my dad glaring at my mom again, I decided to switch gears.  "Ok, you win and I'll let you pay, but I would have been happy to chip in." 

"Maybe next time," Dad stated as he put the money on the check and waited for the server to take care of it for him. 

"May I at least leave the tip?" I offered. 

"No, I added it in when I put the money down, and I've already told the server to keep the change." 

Since that was taken care of, we prepared to leave.  When we were in the car, I could sense there was still a bit of tension, so I tried to distract them.

"So will the house be lit up when we get there?" 

"Yes, we turned everything on before we left, since we knew it would be dark out by the time we got back," Dad answered. 

"And you'll love seeing the old neighborhood, because most of the neighbors have decorated their houses too," Mom chimed in. 

"I'm looking forward to seeing it.  I almost feel like a kid again, knowing the place where I grew up will look so festive." 

"During the past couple of years some of the older families you knew have sold their houses to younger people, so you might even see some kids outside while you're here." 

"That would be nice.  Nothing makes me feel like Christmas more than seeing kids out celebrating and having fun." 

This brief conversation lowered the temperature in the front seat and they stopped being upset with each other.  I was busily commenting as we made our way down the street and mentioning how lovely and festive the area looked.  "And I think our house is one of the best." 

"Thanks to your hard work," Dad quickly added. 

"Yes, we couldn't have done it without you this year," Mom quickly added. 

We spent the rest of the evening chatting and discussing past Christmases together.  Mom even brought out a box of old photos that showed me enjoying Christmas throughout the years, and I could recall every toy in each snapshot.  It really blew my mind that she had saved all of these photos and how many wonderful memories they brought back. 

Before we went to sleep, Mom let us know that she would be fixing breakfast in the morning, and Dad and I just nodded before heading to bed.  I slept in my old room again, which made me feel even more like a kid again and helped to rev up my anticipation about Christmas Day. 

After having a relaxing breakfast with my parents the following morning, we spent some time chatting about different things we were going to do. 

"I'm sure you and your father will be watching football games today, so I'll spend the time making Christmas cookies.  I imagine it will be the same tomorrow as well, so it will give me time to make several different types of cookies.  I'll put an assortment on disposable plates and cover them with Saran wrap, and then tomorrow night after dinner we can walk around the neighborhood and deliver them to the various houses." 

"That sounds like fun, Mom.  It will give me a chance to see some of the old neighbors too, as well as meeting the newer ones." 

"And this way I can still make all the cookies, but your father and I won't be tempted to eat so many, since we'll be giving most of them away." 

"Just make sure I get a plate with my favorites," I quickly added. 

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," Mom assured me.

Throughout the day, the house smelled wonderful from the scent of the freshly baked cookies.  Every once in a while during one of the commercial breaks I would get up and go out to the kitchen so I could grab a few to snack on.  Then, I'd return to watch the game with my dad, and sometimes we would root for the same team, while at other times we would root against each other's team. 

We took brief breaks for lunch and dinner, and later that evening we watched 'It's a Wonderful Life' with Mom.  We'd all seen the movie many times before, but it was something else we could do together, just like we did when I was younger. 

After getting a good night's sleep, we got up and had breakfast together, and after we finished, I went in to see what was on TV.  I quickly discovered that one of the networks was showing 'Miracle on 34th Street', the 1947 version with Maureen O'Hara - not the newer one, so I talked Mom and Dad into joining me to watch it.  Again, this brought back memories of doing the same thing with them when I was younger, but as soon as it ended, Mom rushed into the kitchen.  She still had a few more cookies to make, but she was also getting everything ready for Christmas dinner the next day. 

At that point, Dad and I watched more football games and joked about how Mom had said it wouldn't take her as long this time, since there wouldn't be as many of us for Christmas dinner.  That's not how it worked out, though, because she seemed to spend just as much time preparing everything as if we were planning on having company. 

Besides fixing the various items for Christmas dinner, Mom made something for tonight as well, and while she was busy cleaning up the kitchen afterward, I stacked the plates of cookies in a large box.  The three of us then bundled up and I offered to carry the box as we made our way around the neighborhood delivering them.  We started out making our way along our side of the street first, and then we crossed over to the other side of the street and stopped at the houses on that side next.  We finished up by crossing to our side of the street again and stopping at those houses as we made our way back home. 

There seemed to be someone at nearly every house, probably due to the fact that it was Christmas Eve, and everyone thanked us for our thoughtfulness and generosity.  Most people invited us inside for a couple of minutes, although we told them we couldn't stay for very long, but it gave me a chance to say hello to the people I knew and meet the new families, including their children.  It helped to make Christmas even more special this year after seeing their friendly smiles and noting how good it made them feel. 

It was getting late by the time we got back to the house, so we merely got ready for bed and turned in.  Mom teased that she didn't want me getting up early and waking them up, as I had when I was younger, so I assured her she didn't have to worry. 

After getting up and having breakfast together, we went into the living room to exchange gifts.  I had snuck down during the night to place my presents for them under the tree, and I was surprised that there were even more gifts under it than when I had seen it earlier. 

Since my parents are very simple people with very simple tastes, and they hadn't been very cooperative in telling me what I could get them when I was home for Thanksgiving, I had done a little snooping.  I noticed that they were still wearing the same winter coats that they'd had for the past several years, so I bought them each a new coat.  I also bought Mom a new housecoat and slippers, and I purchased a new robe and slippers for Dad.  I knew they often wore those around the house nearly all morning long on the weekend, so I wanted to make sure they not only were comfortable, but warm and looked nice too. 

"Thank you, dear," Mom said after opening her gifts.  "They're not only lovely, but they're very practical too."  I knew this was important to my parents, since they tended to be quite frugal. 

"Yes, Brian.  I love the winter coat, and the robe and slippers will get plenty of use too," my dad added. 

My last gift to them was something for the house.  I'd taken the photo I had Uncle Bill take of Mom, Dad, and me when I was home for Thanksgiving and had it blown up and framed.  They both grinned when they saw what it was. 

"Oh, this will look wonderful on the fireplace mantle, where everyone can see it," Mom stated with a broad smile. 

"Yes, that's a perfect spot," Dad agreed. 

I then opened the presents they gave me.  There were a couple of very nice dress shirts and ties in the first two packages, and then I discovered a new suit in the final package.  "You shouldn't have spent so much on these things," I said, since I could tell the various items had come from one of the best men's stores in the area. 

"We knew you'd be able to use them, and since you didn't come home for your birthday, you didn't get as much then, so this evens it out," Mom explained. 

"But you sent me presents for my birthday too," I countered. 

"We did, but we didn't feel comfortable sending too much that way, so this will make up for it," Dad offered. 

"Now go try your suit on and see how it fits." 

I went to my room, put it on, and admired how I looked in the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door.  I then went to let my parents see it on me. 

"How does it fit?" Mom wanted to know.  "Did we get the right size?" 

"Yes, it fits very nicely.  I may take it to my tailor for a few minor alterations, but otherwise it fits fine." 

"And do you like the style and color?  We can always take you there to exchange it tomorrow, if you'd prefer something else." Dad followed. 

"No, this is perfect.  I love everything about it - the color, fabric, and style.  This is a definite keeper."  Mom and Dad both smiled at my extremely positive response.  "Thank you very much for buying these things for me, because now I'll definitely be considered an even sharper dresser than I was before." 

As soon as we were done opening our presents, Mom hustled out to the kitchen and began working on Christmas dinner.  We wouldn't sit down to eat until 3:00, and since she had fixed a very large breakfast and stuffed us earlier, we'd last until then.  Dad and I went to the living room to watch the parade on TV, and Mom would come in and join us from time to time, but never for very long.  It was nice that she decided to appear every now and then, though.

Eventually, we sat down to a wonderful and very filling Christmas dinner that consisted of a small ham covered in pineapple rings, candied yams, a green bean casserole, and a green salad.  We washed it down with a few glasses of Lambrusco, which surprised me, seeing Mom and Dad weren't big drinkers, but it was nice. 

A few hours after we finished eating, Mom called us out to have leftovers and dessert.  After having a small plate of the things we had earlier, we were given a choice between an eggnog cheesecake, a sweet potato pie, and a mocha bundt cake, all of which she had prepared.  The last item consisted of moist chocolate cake that had been covered in a glaze she made using coffee liqueur, and I opted to have a small piece of each.  It was all very good, and once again I was stuffed. 

It had been a wonderful holiday, and we all grew quite tired as the day wore on.  We finally said goodnight to each other and headed to bed, ready to sleep and enjoy some pleasant dreams. 

When I woke up in the morning, I sat down and had breakfast with my parents, and then we spent some time chatting about a variety of topics, which included when I'd be coming home again. 

"I'm not sure, but possibly for Easter.  It will depend on how things are going at work and how long I'll be able to get away, since it's not a long weekend."

After lunch, they drove me to the airport, and I said goodbye to both of them before I went through security.  "Thanks for making this a great holiday for me.  I enjoyed every minute of it, and I look forward to spending more time with you.  Maybe we can go somewhere on vacation together this summer." 

"We haven't gone camping in quite a while," Dad pointed out, "but you took the sleeping bags with you on your last visit." 

"If that's what we decide to do, then I'll bring them back with me.  I'll be in touch to see if we can work something out." 

I kissed my mom and gave her a hug, and I started to shake my Dad's hand, but decided to pull him into a hug too.  I hadn't done that since I was quite young, and I think it touched him deeply, if the moisture in his eyes was any indication. 

I turned to wave at them as I cleared the security checkpoint, and then they turned and left the terminal.  After I watched them depart, I made my way to the boarding area, where I waited until we were allowed to get on the plane. 

My flight was delayed, due to a major storm that was rolling into the area, which was accompanied by some very strong winds.  The windshear effect had nearly caused one plane to crash while landing and another to nearly fail lifting off before it hit the end of the runway, so the airport delayed all flights until the situation improved. 

We didn't even board our flight until nearly two hours later, after the worst of the storm had passed over the area.  I think that made everyone on the flight more nervous than usual as the pilot revved the engines, and then I heard them collectively exhale once we were safely in the air.  After that, it was a fairly smooth flight to our destination, although we did hit some pockets of turbulence along the way. 

As soon as the plane touched down and we'd disembarked, I went to collect my luggage before heading out to locate my car in the parking garage.  After I threw my bags into the trunk and headed to a restaurant to grab a bite to eat.  Since I got in later than planned, and it had been so long since I'd last eaten, I felt this would be easier than trying to fix something at home. 

I couldn't help but to think about Noah the entire time I was chowing down.  I'd only thought about him occasionally while I was away, such as when I was reminiscing about Christmas as a kid and when we passed out the cookies to the houses that had children.  I also thought about him when I got into bed each night, because I wished he was there for me to cuddle with, but the rest of the time I was too busy interacting with my parents to do anything else.  I thought about him briefly during the flight, once we were in the air and the situation no longer appeared that we were in any danger, but now that I was back he was almost all I could think about.

After my tummy was sated and the rumblings had ceased, I drove the rest of the way home.  I merely carried my luggage inside, but I left my bags just inside the door, opting to unpack them the next day.  I had a couple glasses of wine before I got ready for bed, primarily because I felt it would help me sleep better, and then I took a shower and crawled between the sheets.  The wine obviously worked, seeing I dozed off quite quickly and slept soundly the entire night. 

I had taken my last vacation day of the year for the following day, so I used it to unpack, do laundry, and rest up before returning to work.  I was only mildly surprised when my phone rang and I heard who was on the other end of the line. 

"Hi, Brian.  Are you home now?" Noah asked, bringing a smile to my face. 

"Yes, I got back late last night.  Where are you calling me from?" 

"I'm at the neighbor's house and using her phone.  I really missed you," he added in a much softer voice.

"I missed you too, baby boy." 

"Will you pick me up on Friday when you get out of work?" 

"Don't you want to spend that time with your mom?" 

"She said it was ok, because we spent all of last weekend and all day Christmas together.  I just want to be with you now, so will you pick me up then?" 

"I'll stop in to see your mom at work, and as long as she doesn't have a problem with it, then I'll see you Friday night." 

"Yay!  You know what I want to do, right?" 

"Oh, I have a pretty good idea." 

"Yeah, it will almost be two weeks by the time I see you again." 

"Oh, no!  Has it turned black and ready to fall off from lack of attention?" 

"No, silly," he said with a giggle.  "I've been doing it, but it's not the same."

"Maybe we should end this call before your neighbor figures out what you're talking about." 

"Nah, she's in the other room, so we're ok." 

"Alright, but I have things to do, so I'll see you on Friday, if your mom says it's ok?" 

"Ok.  Bye, Brian.  I love you." 

"I love you too, baby boy." 

After we hung up, I imagined what he was going to be like this weekend.  I was certain that he was going to have me masturbate him multiple times on Friday and Saturday, but we wouldn't be able to do anything on Sunday or Monday, because the other three boys would be here too.  I hope he remembers about that and doesn't say or do anything inappropriate while they're here, because hearing about that would definitely send Debbie on the warpath again. 

I spent the rest of the day thinking about what I was going to do with the boys while they were here.  Since Glen was going to be with them I couldn't do a mystery, because it would probably be too difficult for him.  I guess I could do one of our adventures, but I'd have to think of something he'd enjoy as well. 

I spent the afternoon scanning the internet for ideas and finally came up with something I thought they'd enjoy, so now I just had to figure out how I was going to fill the rest of the time.



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I wish to extend my thanks to Donny and Emoe for editing these chapters for me and offering their suggestions. 

 

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My other stories:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-of-a-lifetime/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/all-the-worlds-a-stage/

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Although the boys in these stories sometimes have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using taking appropriate precautions before engaging in sex.