Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 11:45:10 -0600 From: Justin Davis Subject: Christmas All Year Long by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal) This story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a young male and older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Justin0398@gmail.com Christmas All Year Long By Justin Davis David Bradley pulled the collar of his full-length leather coat even tighter around his neck as he headed toward the parking garage next to the Chicago Convention Center. The annual Christmas Art Auction for the Society for the Prevention of AIDS had been a huge success again this year. This year, it had been David's turn to head up the event, and as was usual with those that headed up the event, he was the last one out of the Convention Center, having congratulated all the bidders who had won and thanked them profusely for their donations. The cold wind off of the lakefront bit through his heavy coat like a knife as he hurried toward his car. Already, the snow flurries were beginning to fall. It would be a White Christmas, it seemed, something David could have cared less about. "Excuse me, Mister! You got a buck or two you could lend me?" David was startled at the question, for the dim-lit figure asking it had seemed to pop up out of no where as David had approached the entrance to the parking garage. "Uh, no! Really I don't," David replied. "Okay, that's fine! That's what they all said coming out of that place," the kid said, motioning his head toward the convention center building. "It's just that the McDonald's down the street will let yah stay all night if you at least drink coffee. That way yah can keep warm." For a second, David thought about all the moneyed guests who had attended and realized most of them had lied. In his case, however, it was true. All he had on him were his credit cards. "Look, I'm really sorry! All I have on me is my credit cards. I'll be happy to take you to a shelter or something," David said, noticing that as the kid came into the light a bit more he was shivering somewhat beneath the ragged coat he wore. "No way! The cops would be by to collect me up in no time," the teen replied. "Why's that?" David asked. "Look, man! I'm just sixteen. I hitch hiked here from Ohio three months ago. They'll send me back." "Oh! I see! Well, I wish I could help," David said, and turned and continued to head toward the entrance to the parking garage. "It's okay, man! Thanks away! Have a good Christmas!" the boy hollered after him. The teen's words struck David in the pit of the stomach like a fist. Here he was going home to his expensive condo, where he would be warm and comfortable, and the kid would probably be out in the cold shivering all night. In another hour it would be Christmas Eve. It just didn't seem right. David stopped and turned around and walked back to where the kid was standing. "Look, I've got an extra bedroom at my place. I can put you up for the night if you want, and tomorrow I have a couple of friends I can call that work with teens. Maybe we can find a place for you to stay for the next few days," David offered. "Yeah, I guess. Anything to get out of this cold, man! I really need a bath too, if that's okay." "Yeah, you kinda do," David replied, noticing the dirty smudges on the kid's face and clothes for the first time. "So, what's your name?" David asked. "Ricky!" "Well, Ricky, my name's David. Let's get out of this cold and go to my place." "Holy shit! This your car?" the kid asked, when David punched the key fob and the lights came on on the black Mercedes. "Yes! Something wrong?" "God you must be rich!" the kid exclaimed. David headed the car out of the parking garage on to the street, making sure that the heat was turned up to warm up the car as quickly as possible. "Look, I'm not trying to be a snob here, but I'm gonna cut down the heat a bit," David said as they drove toward his high rise. "I know, I stink", came the glum reply. "Oh my fucking God! You can see almost the whole city from up here!" Ricky exclaimed, when he walked in and saw the view from David's balcony windows. "Yes. It's one of the reasons I bought the place," David replied. "Oh fucking shit! Oh wow! I mean it's just fantastic!" Ricky exclaimed, prompting David to chuckle. "Well, it's nice for sure! Now, why don't you let me show you where the bathroom is, you can take a bath, and I'll fix us something to eat. Then, we'll talk about getting you home for Christmas Eve tomorrow." "Oh, there ain't gonna be no doing that. But, the bath sounds nice," Ricky said. "The bath rags and towels are in that cabinet and the shampoo and other stuff is in that one," David said, pointing out the facilities to Ricky. "Holy shit! I ain't even seen a bathroom like this before!" Ricky exclaimed. "Well, the bathtub works like any other. If you push that silver button there that starts the whirlpool. You take all the time you want," David said. "You can pick which ever of the bathrobes on that door when you're through. I'll take care of your clothes while you bathe. Just toss um outside the door." David headed to the kitchen in order to prepare a late night breakfast, and once he had set out most of the ingredients he headed back toward the bathroom to pick up Ricky's clothes. Needless to say, as David gathered up the pile of discarded clothes they wreaked of funk and he held them at a distance from him as he headed toward the laundry room. Once there, David first checked the pockets of the boy's jeans, which contained nothing but a small pocket knife and a worn wallet, that was totally void of anything but a card with a phone number on it. Then, he checked the pockets of the shirt and coat, all of which were totally empty. There was no need to check the filthy boxers that at one time had probably been white. "Wash these my ass!" David mumbled, and promptly bundled them um into a pile, walked over toward the garbage chute, and dumped them in, where they were promptly headed for the huge trash bin twenty floors below. "Man! That is some bath tub!" Ricky said later, as he walked toward the kitchen dressed in the yellow terry cloth bathrobe. "Yeah! Very relaxing! I hope you don't mind scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon," David said, noticing that the kid's blonde curls didn't have a dull, dirty, look anymore. "Man! I'm so hungry I could eat cardboard," the teen replied, and plopped himself down onto one of the kitchen chairs, prompting David to chuckle. "Well, it won't be cardboard for sure," David said, as he began to whip up the scrambled egg mixture, noticing for the first time what a deep blue the kid's eyes were. Soon, the two were seated at the kitchen table eating, David eating slowly and watching as the kid wolf down his food like he hadn't eaten in a week. Between mouthfuls, for some reason, the kid began to tell David some of the story as to why he was on the streets. His stepfather had gotten drunk and beaten him up again and Ricky had had enough. It was his mom's third husband, all three of which had been drunks, including his own dad, and he had had all he could take of the situation. He had hitch hiked all the way from Ohio to stay with an older cousin of his but that had only worked out for a little while because the guy was heavily in to dealing dope. He had managed to get a job at a Burger King, but without a place to stay he had to give it up, for the Youth Shelter would only let you stay a month before you had to move on. So, Ricky had turned to sleeping where he could and doing what odd jobs he could find and panhandling. "Uh, if you're not gonna eat that last piece of toast I'd like to have it," Ricky said, taking a break in his story. "Sure! I'll fix some more eggs if you want." "Nah! The toast is okay," Ricky said, reaching for the lone piece. "Well, I can't imagine how bad it must be. Don't you have any relatives you could stay with?" David asked. "Nah, not really. My mom's sister is a dope addict and her husband is a drunk," Ricky replied, then bit into the piece of toast. "Well, I didn't mean to pry, but when I was checking the pockets of your clothes I noticed you had a card in your wallet with a phone number. Is that somebody you could stay with?" David asked. "Uh, not really. That's Tommy's number." "Whose Tommy?" David asked. "My boy friend." "Oh! I see." "Well, used to be boy friend I guess! I ain't talked to him in months," Ricky said. "So, you're gay, then?" David asked. "Yeah, same as you," Ricky responded. "Oh, I didn't know it was that noticeable," David said, somewhat sarcastically. "Us guys know. I don't have to tell yah that." "Yeah, the old "Gaydar" thing," David commented. "Yeah, what ever you call it. So, you think my clothes are about dry by now?" Ricky asked, prompting David to clear his throat. "Well, actually, your clothes are about twenty floors down right now." "Huh?" "I threw them down the trash chute," David said. "Oh man! Those are the only clothes I got! Why'd you do that?" "They were beyond cleaning. I'll take care of it tomorrow. I have some pajamas you can wear tonight, although they might be a little big. Tomorrow we'll get you some clothes." "Don't worry about the pajamas. I sleep naked." "Well, whatever you like." David said, momentarily feeling guilty about wondering what the kid looked like naked. "So, what about you?" Ricky asked. "Wadda yah mean?" "Well, I've told a bunch about me. What about you?" Ricky asked. "Well, not much really. I work for one of the largest brokerage firms in Chicago. I bought the condo four years ago. My work is pretty much it," David said. "You got a boy friend?" "Uh, no! That's been some time ago. I don't have very good memories of that so I don't talk about it much." "Well, I could pretty much tell you were a loner just by looking around here." "Oh, how's that?" David asked. "Well, for one thing, no Christmas tree." "Uh, well I don't decorate just for me. I do have some friends I usually eat Christmas Dinner with and exchange gifts and they decorate enough for the entire city," David replied, and chuckled. "Well, if it was me I'd still put up a tree," Ricky said. "Look, it's getting late. I suggest we hit the bed and get some sleep," David said, changing the subject. "Yeah, I am kinda tired," Ricky replied. "By the way, I wasn't really telling you everything awhile ago." "Oh?" "Yeah! One of the ways I was earning money was hustling guys. I was gonna hit on you but changed my mind and just decided to ask for a couple of bucks." "I see. Well, I'm glad you did," David said. "Yeah, me too!" the boy replied. For awhile, David tossed and turned thinking about the kid that now occupied his guest bedroom. Physically, Ricky reminded him so much of Ronnie Freeman, his high school crush and first boy friend. For most of their senior year David and Ronnie had been lovers. Then, Ronnie had quickly taken up with an older boy even more gorgeous than himself and dropped David like a hot brick. Needless to say, David was hurt terribly and had cried buckets of tears over it, vowing never to fall in love again. Of course, that was not the case when he first laid eyes on one Danny Wilson. Tall, good looking, coal black hair and green eyes, David had been smitten instantly. Yet, after living together for two years, while they were at college, David had come home and found Danny in bed with a young high school kid. Needless to say, the relationship ended on the spot. Nor had David's last relationship ended well. David and Jared had lived together for eight years. They had met shortly after David had gone to work for the brokerage firm and had moved in together soon after that. From all appearances, it was a perfect match and things went wonderfully well. They seemed to be the perfect couple. It had been Christmas Eve, three years ago, when Jared had dropped the bombshell on David, telling him he no longer loved him and informing him that he had been having an affair with another man for almost a year. Of course, David was devastated! In fact, to a degree he still was. Although he didn't tell Ricky, it was one of the reasons he never decorated at Christmas anymore. Ricky was still asleep when David awoke the next morning. So, he decided he'd fix some French Toast for breakfast while the teen was still asleep. It was as he was mixing up the batter that Ricky appeared in the kitchen doorway dressed in a pair of David's blue boxers. "I hope you don't mind but I borrowed a pair of shorts from yah," Ricky said, his left arm resting on the door jam. "Uh, sure!" David replied, trying not to stare too hard or too long at the kid, for he was perfect. Ricky's dark brown nipples were the size of quarters. His upper torso funneled down and etched into his hips. His abs were ripped, and the thin, blonde, "treasure trail" that led from his navel downward only made the entire package unbelievably beautiful. Quickly, David had averted his eyes. "What's for breakfast?" Ricky asked. "Uh, French Toast, I hope you like it." "Yeah, sounds okay." "Uh, it'll be a little bit so if you want to go shave or something. There's stuff in the bathroom," David said, prompting Ricky to chuckle. "I only have to do that about once a month, if that. I don't have much hair on me. It's the Indian blood in me." "Oh, I see," David replied, glancing toward the doorway and noticing that indeed there was very little hair in the pit of Ricky's upraised arm that rested on the door jam, then he quickly averted his eyes again. "Well, feel free to watch the television or whatever." David said. "Uh, why you trying to get rid of me?" Ricky asked. "Uh, I'm not trying to get rid of you," David replied, as he began to whisk the batter. "Yeah you are! You're getting hot and bothered with me standing here aren't yah? Ricky said, and snickered. "Uh, no! It's just that you have to concentrate when making this stuff." "Yeah right! How about this then?" Ricky asked, and quickly shucked off the boxers and folded his arms across his chest. "Holy shit!" David exclaimed, and quickly turned his head, however, not before he had gotten a glance of the kid's at least four-inch, flaccid, circumcised penis, almost plum-sized balls, and tuft of blonde pubes. "You need to put the shorts back on!" David said. "Why? You do like what you see don't you?" Ricky asked. "You're very beautiful! Now, please put the shorts back on," David said, still not looking at the kid. "Okay!" Ricky replied, and chuckled as he stepped back into the boxers and pulled them up. Not much was said over breakfast, for every time David would look at Ricky he would smile and his blue eyes would stare clear down into David's soul. There was absolutely no way David could let himself fall for the kid. He was only sixteen for Christ's sake! Yet, David could feel it beginning to happen. He needed to get the kid help right away and get him out of his life pronto. "Look, after I get cleaned up I'm gonna be gone shopping most of the day. You can watch television and if you see a movie you like in my collection you can pop it in the VCR. There's plenty of stuff to eat in the fridge so just make yourself at home," David said as he was putting the dishes away in the sink. "Yeah, that sounds okay. You think you might get a tree while you're out?" Ricky asked. "Well, I already have one. It's in a box in the back storage closet along with the other boxes of Christmas stuff." "You mind if I put it up?" Ricky asked. "Uh, I guess you can if you want." "Cool!" Ricky responded, and smiled. While he was out shopping, David tried to contact the two friends he knew that might help find Ricky a place to stay after Christmas. Unfortunately, Martin, his social worker friend, had left a message on his answering machine that he had gone to New York City to spend Christmas with his folks and wouldn't be back for two weeks. And Darrell, his priest friend, had left a message on his answering machine saying that he had gone to South Texas to do mission work over the holidays and wouldn't be back until after New Year's. So, for the time being, at least, it looked as though Ricky was going to be spending considerable more time with David than he had planned on. For some reason, he didn't know why, as David shopped for clothes for Ricky he got into the Christmas spirit for the first time in a long time. After all, if the kid was putting up the Christmas Tree it needed presents to go under it. So, David bought presents for the kid. Way too many presents! "Holy crap! What's all that stuff!" Ricky exclaimed, as David entered the condo loaded down with shopping bags. "Just some things! Nice job!" David said, looking at the fiber optic tree upon which Ricky, still dressed in the pair of boxer shorts, was hanging ornaments. "Thanks! Uh, some guy called while you were out," Ricky said. "Oh? Who?" "A guy named Martin." "Oh! He must have checked the messages on his answering machine. I wonder why he didn't call me on my cell? Well, I know what it's about and it's not important now anyway." As Ricky continued to hang ornaments on the tree, David began to unload the shopping bags and place the wrapped presents under the tree, then helped Ricky hang the rest of the ornaments. "Wow! It looks nice!" Ricky said, standing back to admire his work. "Yes, it does. Very nice!" David replied, feeling like it was really Christmas for the first time in years. By the time the boxes for the tree and ornaments had all been put away it was already getting dark and David began to prepare dinner. Ricky, on the other hand, sat on the couch in the living room just staring at the tree. It was when David eventually went to ask him if he wanted milk or tea to drink that he noticed the tears running down Ricky's cheeks. "Oh my God! What's wrong?" David asked. "Nothing! Just thinking about stuff. That's all," Ricky replied, and wiped the tears off of his cheeks with his hand. "Hey! Christmas is a time to be happy, not sad!" David said, sitting down beside him upon the couch. "It's just that--that--Oh God David I'm so scared!" Ricky exclaimed, and wrapped his arms around David and started sobbing like a scared little kid. Of course, David was stunned. It was the first time that Ricky had called him by his first name and he was obviously terribly upset about something. There was nothing for David to do but put his arms around him and hold him tight. "Now! Now! It's going to be okay!" David said. "Oh, David! It's just awful! I can't go back home! I just can't go back out on the street again! Nobody wants me! Oh God!" Ricky sobbed. "Look, it's all going to be okay. Let's be happy and think about Christmas right now. We'll work it all out I promise," David said, and hugged Ricky tighter. Neither David or Ricky ate much dinner that night and at ten both were in bed, Ricky wondering what he was going to do after Christmas and David worrying about how to help the boy. It was sometime in the early hours of the morning that David sensed someone else in the bedroom and awakened. "David, can I sleep with you please?" Ricky asked. "I don't think that would be a good idea," David replied. "Please! I can't sleep." "Okay, I guess," David said, giving in to the teen. Soon, Ricky's naked body was in the bed and snuggled up against David's back, and all kinds of thoughts raced through David's mind, for David slept naked as well and it was the first time in three years that he had felt naked flesh against his own. "Thank you, David." Ricky said, as he put his left arm over David's side and cuddled up to him much like he was a Teddy Bear. "You're welcome. Now, let's just both go to sleep," David said, ashamed that his cock was now in a semi-flaccid state. It was one of those vivid dreams. So vivid that the sex seemed real. So real that it startled David awake. From the sunshine streaming in through the bedroom window it was obviously morning. And, just as obviously Ricky was gone. Figuring that Ricky had eventually gone back to his own bed, David got out of bed, put on his terry cloth bathrobe, and headed toward the kitchen to make some coffee. It was when he entered the living room on the way to the kitchen that he came to a dead stop, his mouth agape. "Merry Christmas! I was wondering when you were gonna get up," Ricky said, siting cross-legged in front of the Christmas tree dressed only in a Santa hat and a big red bow around his neck. "Holy crap! You need to put some clothes on!" David exclaimed, recognizing the Santa hat as the one that Jared used to wear on Christmas Day. "Not just yet! I noticed that there's nothing under the tree with your name on it. All the packages have mine on um. Well, all except one." "Uh which one?" David asked. "This one," Ricky replied, showing the label attached to his wrist by a string. "Look, that's not even something we need to joke about. Now, you look cute like that but you need to put some clothes on." "Cute enough for a present?" Ricky asked. "Of course! If I were your age I would have thought Santa Claus had answered my prayers," David said, and chuckled. "Oh! I see! It's the age thing." "Ricky, I'm old enough to be your father." "Yeah, if you had been twenty-two when I was born," Ricky replied, and chuckled. "Come on! Open your present!" Undo the bow!" Ricky said, holding out his hands toward David. "I can't, Ricky! It's not right!" "Do you want to?" Ricky asked. :"Yes," David replied softly. "Then, it's right! Come on!" Ricky said. Not wanting to, but really wanting to, David got down onto the floor and reached for the bow, looking into Ricky's eyes as he did so. Instantly, their mouths met and hungry tongues were trying to probe the backs of mouths. There wasn't an inch of each other's bodies they didn't taste as they rolled upon the carpeted floor in front of the Christmas Tree. They sixty-nined, slurping on each other's adult-sized tools, they sucked nipples and ears. "I want you in me," Ricky announced, grabbing hold of David's cock. "You sure?" David asked. "Yes!" Ricky replied, and he was soon crying out at the entry of David's cock into his bum, and then moaning and groaning as David plowed his bottom, his legs bouncing up and down on David's back as he did so. For most of the day, the presents went unopened. Sperm was what they both had in their tummy for Christmas Dinner that day. Like two schoolboys who had just discovered sex, they sucked, licked, and ate asshole; all over the bed and then back on the living room floor once again. Each trying to show the other, it seemed, how much they knew, and Ricky knew way more about sex than his sixteen years might indicate. "Oh my God! We gotta stop!" David said breathlessly, after Ricky had drained his balls again with a fantastic suck job. "You're gettin tired, huh?" Ricky asked. "Yeah! A bit!" David replied, prompting Ricky to chuckle and lay down upon David's body. "I'm sorry! I just wanted to show you I know way more than you thought I did." "Oh yeah! That's a given!" David replied, prompting Ricky to chuckle again. "You know you haven't opened presents yet," David then said. "I think I have the one I really want," Ricky replied. "What's that?" David asked. "You gonna send me away after Christmas?" Ricky asked. "No!" David said. "You gonna let me stay with you?" Ricky asked. "For as long as you want," David replied. "Then, I should show you my thanks," Ricky said, and went back down toward David's cock. "Oh God! I can't go again!" David exclaimed. "Oh yeah you can! Just watch!" Ricky said, and slurped David's cock into his mouth, prompting a gasp from his older lover. True to his word, Ricky was allowed to live with David for as long as he wanted, which was forever as far as the two of them were concerned. David had his lawyer friend draw up the papers and Ricky's mom was happy to sign them and accept the $50,000 check. David became Ricky's official guardian. Every year, at Christmas, for awhile, they re-enacted the scene at the parking garage and every since they quit doing that they still make love Christmas morning under the Christmas tree. Ricky eventually graduated from the University of Chicago with a degree in economics and finance and went to work for the same firm as David. Even those that aren't into the gay scene around the office remark at what a perfect couple they make. "David, it's been ten years. Don't you think we ought to take down the Christmas Tree this year"? Ricky asked, as Christmas Eve 2006 arrived and they sat on the couch together looking at the tree and holding each other. "No! I think it should stay up all year long with the Santa hat, the package tag, and the bow under it as always. It'll make us both remember." "You saved me, you know!" Ricky said. "Hell! You saved me!" David replied, and leaned over and kissed Ricky. Naturally, since then the tree is up all year long, and the Santa hat, package tag, and bow are prominently displayed under it, neither Ricky nor David ever forgetting their first Christmas together. Or, how since then, for the two of them, it has been Christmas all year long! The End Merry Christmas to All of You and Many More to Come! JD