Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2023 01:13:58 -0500 From: franz schubert Subject: Christmastime with Adam Christmas with Adam Adam's my cousin. And an only child like me. But he's four years older and just started college while I'm stuck here at boring Sacred Heart Academy for the next three years. Uncle Patrick and Aunt Clara live way down south in Florida. Sometimes Mom and Dad call them long distance and I get on the phone just to say hi. The only time we visited them was a couple of years ago when I was thirteen. It was the only time I've been on an airplane. Right away I got a big crush on Adam. Even though he pretty much ignored me cause he was in high school and on the baseball team and I was just a kid who liked to draw and paint. I fantasized about him a lot after that. He is so handsome and strong. Now Adam and his folks are coming to visit. It's a week before Christmas. We set up the Christmas tree like we do every year with the lights and tinsel and ornaments and popcorn strings and the angel on the top. And Dad hung stockings on the mantelpiece below the pictures of President Kennedy and Pope Paul. **** Dad drove to the airport to pick them up. I was so excited! I waited by the front window to watch for when the Oldsmobile came up the driveway. The Olds was Dad's pride and joy. It was the newest 1962 model. Dad and I had shoveled the driveway that morning when the sun was gleaming on the snow banks enough to practically blind you. Even with my fleece jacket and ear flaps pulled down I was so cold! Then they came to the front door and Mom threw it open and everybody said Hi Hi Hi. Uncle Pat and Aunt Clara hugged Mom and Dad and me and then Adam came in carrying a suitcase and stomping snow off his shoes and smiling like an angel with dimples. We had both grown a few inches since we saw each other. He hugged Mom and Dad then turned to me and smiled at me. Come here and give me a hug. He threw his arms around me and I hugged him back. It made me so happy! Everyone came into the living room and Dad started a fire in the fireplace. It crackled and he threw powder on it which made colored sparks fly up. We had eggnog which the adults put whiskey in. And cookies shaped like stars. Mom and Dad started talking to Aunt Clara and Uncle Patrick about boring stuff like news and politics and work. Adam was bored too. He looked over at me from across the room and then came to where I was sitting and scooched down next to me in the armchair. Hey little brother. That's what he called me even though we're cousins. He talked to me like we were in a secret conversation. The adults didn't pay attention to us while they were yakking away. Hey Adam. What do you think of the Christmas tree? He stood up then and turned and gazed at it all sparkling with silver and glass and little colored lights. He put his hands in the back pockets of his chinos and pushed his hips forward a little and I could see the bulge pressing against his pants leg. I really really wanted to touch it and I started to get so hard. He cocked his head to one side. It's really nice. It's very pretty. What are all the presents underneath in the fake snow? Oh that's a secret. One of them is for you. From me. See? it's got your name on the tag. I drew the holly on the paper and painted it too. Well guess what? he said. I got one for you too. And he smiled at me again. That same smile with the dimples and the sparkling eyes. I wanted to hug him again so bad. Here I'll put it under the tree. He went to the coat closet and pulled out a box he had put there earlier, wrapped in silver paper and tied with a green ribbon and bow. It was the size of a book. I hoped it wasn't a book. I hoped it was . . I don't know what I hoped it was. He put it under the tree next to the one I got for him. Oh wow Adam. Thanks! Thank YOU little brother. He sat next to me again and put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug. It was the best thing that ever happened to me so far. I leaned against him feeling his strong arm around me and his warm body against me. What do you think of the snow Adam? It's pretty. But it's awful darn cold. He looked at me and smiled. Did you ever make a snowman Adam? In Florida? Are you kidding? Come on. Let's bundle up and go outside. OK. Let's make a snowman. We bundled up and went through the kitchen so I could get a carrot and some raisins. It was a bright sunny day. Warmer than the morning and no wind. Dad lent Adam a warm knit cap and gloves and Uncle Patrick gave him his red muffler to wear. We rolled a snowball down the little hill in the front yard until it got to be the size of a really big beach ball and then did another smaller one to put on top. We both laughed and jumped around till we got the snowman's head on top. Then we stuck the carrot in for his nose and made eyes and a big smile with the raisins. I found a couple of twigs and we stuck those on for his arms. What should we name him? Adam said. Frosty! Dad came outside with his polaroid camera and took a picture of Adam and me with Frosty in the middle. Hey Adam let's make snow angels. What are snow angels little brother? Watch. I laid down on my back and moved my arms up and down in the snow and moved my legs back and forth like scissors. Then you have to be real careful getting up so you don't leave footprints on the angel. And when you get up it looks like an angel with wings and a robe like angels wear. Now you make one. He laid down in the snow beside my snow angel and spread his arms, which made his parka ride up above his waist. He waved his arms and his big long legs opened and closed. And all I could think about was how his balls must feel when his legs came together. When he finished we looked at the two snow angels side by side. Adam's had bigger wings and a big robe that he made with his long legs. After seeing the bulge in his pants I reckoned that everything about him was bigger. Wow he said they really do look like two angels. I bet they are friends. Can you brush the snow off my back little brother? I pounded the snow off the back of his coat with my mittens. He's so strong that he didn't move an inch. Then he leaned over and stuck his butt out. My butt too. This time I took my mittens off and brushed the snow off his butt as slow and as long as I dared. My dick immediately got hard as a rock feeling his the two round muscley buttcheeks. Thanks little brother. Let's go back inside. I'm getting cold. We walked back to the house and when we got inside we sat in the kitchen together and sipped the hot apple cider Mom had made for us. Adam, do you believe in angels? I guess so. They're in the Bible. Sister Margaret Mary tells us that angels are messengers and that they protect us. But I've never seen one. Of course you haven't silly. They're invisible unless they want you to see them. **** Well later that evening we had dinner. It was a big deal for Mom who had gone to a lot of trouble cooking all day. Everybody liked it a lot which made her happy. Especially cranberries. Like in Florida I guess they don't have cranberries. The adults asked Adam about how he was playing on the baseball team and blabbed about some boring stuff and they got pretty tipsy as Dad likes to call it. Now and then Adam looked at me and made a funny face when nobody else was looking and I had to laugh. When it was time to turn in Mom and Dad went upstairs to their bedroom and Uncle Pat and Aunt Clara went upstairs to my room, which is also the guest bedroom. When we have guests I sleep downstairs in the living room on the couch which is called a sleeper because it folds out from being a couch to make a bed. Since Adam was also there, both of us had to sleep on the sleeper. So we got sheets and blankets and brushed our teeth and got in our PJs and under the covers. G'night little brother. G'night Adam. I hesitated for a second. Then I said G'night big brother. He chuckled and pulled the blankets up. **** Well it seemed like hours and hours and hours passed by and everything was real quiet. Like not even a mouse was stirring. The Christmas tree lights were still on and the fire had almost burned out with just a few embers still glowing. And I had a hardon that wouldn't go soft. Then I felt Adam shift on his side toward me. Hey little brother he whispered. Are you asleep? No I can't get to sleep I whispered back. Say, how about you and me get the fire going again. Just a little fire. Cause it's so romantic don't you think? OK. But we have to be real quiet. He stoked the embers and put some kindling on and pulled the fire screen closed very carefully so not to make a sound. The room was dark and shadowy except for the Christmas tree lights and the glow from the fireplace. It was kind of spooky. We sat on the floor next to the Christmas tree near the fireplace. The fire flickered and made red flashes on the icicles. Outside every once in a while the wind started up. Whooosh! And when it blew you could hear tiny flakes of icy snow hit the window. Adam scooted over right next to me]. I could feel the warmth from his face next to mine and he smelled clean. Like soap. I felt his breath as he whispered in my ear. So do you have a girlfriend little brother? Nah. Me neither. We were both silent for a minute, just looked at the fire and the lights on the tree and all the colors reflected in the glass globes hanging from the branches. His lips were right against my ear and he whispered, I'll tell you a secret. . . He put his arm around my shoulders and drew me close and whispered even lower . . . I kissed another boy once. You did? Yes. A guy who is on the team with me. I went home with him and his folks were gone. We sat on the couch and just looked at each other. And we just knew we were going to kiss each other. He paused for a minute. And we did. Just once though. But we never mentioned it afterwards. Like it never happened. His arm was still around me and his face right next to the side of my face with his lips touching my ear. Everything was so warm. Then I turned to look at him and just like that our lips came together and he kissed me. I closed my eyes. His lips were soft and gentle and it felt like butterfly wings and tasted sweet from eggnog. I felt his breath on my face. And I kissed him back. We held each other like that our lips just touching. Then he put his big hand on the back of my head and held my bottom lip between his lips and nodded his head gently and slowly from side to side. I pressed my lips to his. My dick was pounding. I'm getting hot next to this fire he said. Let's take these flannel PJs off. He didn't wait for me to answer, just started unbuttoning my pajama shirt and pulled it off. He looked at my bare chest and arms. You're so smooth he said. And he ran his hand across my chest and stomach. He took his pajama top off and I could see that he had started to grow hair on his chest and dark silky hair under his arms. His chest looked so wide and his arms bulged like Chuck Connors on The Rifleman. I almost felt like Mark the Rifleman's adopted son cuddling up to Adam. He held me just like that and I put my skinny arms around him and my head against his chest and felt his strong arms around me. I could hear his heart beating and feel his chest rise and fall as he breathed in and out. Let's get back in bed he said. The fire had almost died out so I covered it with ashes til it stopped smoldering. But I kept the Christmas tree lights on so we could still see each other even though the room was dark. Now we faced each other lying down and he pressed the whole front of his long muscly body against me and I felt his dick pressing into mine. Do you want to kiss some more? He started smooching like when you go mwah, but real soft and slow all over my face like he was dotting my face like Mom dots pies with butter. And when he put his face on the side of my neck and drew his lips across my skin it made me shiver and he pressed harder against my neck skin. And all the time we were kissing he held me and stroked me with his big hands. Your dick feels so big I whispered. Do you want to touch it? You can if I can touch yours. He took his dick out of the fly and he took my hand and put it on his dick and wrapped my fingers around it and I held it. It was hard but the skin was soft in my hands. And hot. Let me see it he said. He slid my pajama bottoms down over my hips and my dick popped out. Yours is almost as big as mine. He put his hand on my bare butt and squoze it. Your ass is so smooth and soft too. Do you jerk off little brother? Yes. Father Dolan says it's a sin but all the boys at Sacred Heart laugh at him behind his back cause we all play with ourselves. You jerk my dick and I'll jerk yours. I never touched another dick before and didn't know exactly what to do but Adam wrapped his hand around mine and moved it up and down his dick. Like that he said. And he took my dick in his hand and started to do the same to me. Feel the tip of my dick. He moved my hand up and I felt the wet sticky stuff. That's called pre cum. Does your dick do that when you jerk off? Yeah I whispered back. My heart started beating faster as we jerked each others dicks. Adam started breathing faster and harder and shut his eyes tight and opened his mouth wide like he was gasping. I could tell he wanted to moan really loud but had to be quiet. All at once we both shot out loads of come over and over. I thought I'd never stop. His spunk splattered all over my bare chest and we both went ooohhhh under our breaths. Now we had stuff all over our chests and the sheets. It smelled like when I come but a whole lot stronger. Adam took our PJ tops and mopped it up. He smiled at me. Wow little brother that was a lot better then doing it alone. I didn't say anything, just snuggled against him and he held me in his arms. I was happier then I'd ever been. **** In the morning we woke up when we heard our folks getting up and walking around. We jumped out of the sleeper bed and ran into the downstairs bathroom to shower. Everyone came downstairs and Mom made pancakes. Then we exchanged presents with Uncle Patrick and Aunt Clara and Adam. I gave Uncle Pat a record album by his favorite singer Doris Day and for Aunt Clara a little ceramic puppy from 101 Dalmations. Her and Uncle Pat gave me a really neat cardigan sweater. I put it on and it fit perfect and it's so warm! Then it was time for Adam to open my present. Since he's on the Florida university baseball team I found a really neat mug with with a cartoon alligator dressed in a sweater with Gators on the front in orange letters. He smiled and gave me a big hug. I'm going to drink my coffee out of this every morning he said. And he handed me the silver present that looked like it might be a book. But it wasn't! It was a box with a watercolor set of 12 colors and a pad of watercolor paper! I jumped up and down. Thank you Adam. How did you know this was just what I wanted? I saw some of your drawings that your Mom sent to my Mom and I can tell that you're very talented. I'm going to paint a picture and send it to you. That will be the best gift ever! Uncle Patrick and Aunt Clara were all packed up. Everybody hugged and said bye. Bye. Bye. Adam hugged me and whispered in my ear Bye little brother. Then he picked up the suitcase and they all got in the car and Dad drove them back to the airport. **** Tonight I put the polaroid of me and Adam and Frosty on the nightstand. I looked at his beautiful smiling face and read what he wrote on the picture. To little brother from Adam. I thought about how we made snow angels and how we kissed and lay in bed and he held me. Like I do every night at bedtime I knelt beside the bed and put my hands together and I said Hail Mary and I prayed, Oh Sacred Heart of Jesus bless Mom and Dad and our cat Sunflower. Sometimes I add a special prayer. Tonight I prayed to the angels. Oh heavenly angels, Please fly down to Florida and watch over my cousin Adam. Let him have lots of home runs. And send him a message. Tell him that I love him. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost Amen.