Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 01:33:42 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 6 of Come Christmas Steve by Hans Schreiber

			   Come Christmas Steve

				 Chapter 6

			  The Stroke of Midnight

After our shower, Steve and I stood naked at the mirror, styling and
messing with our hair. I couldn't help but stop and stare in awe at the
beauty of his fit, trim body. He was as majestic as the image of the large
bull elk on the custom shower curtain with Mammoth Hot Springs in the
background. Steve's magnificent, uncut penis hung limply over his relaxed
testicles beneath a thick bush of dark brown pubes. The hooded tip was
shielded from my view by the blue tile counter. From his thick pubic bush,
deep crevices rose upwards from his groin in a pronounced V shape, framing
his taut stomach muscles, centered by a deep "innie" that I could lose my
pointer finger in up to the first knuckle. He giggled uncontrollably
whenever I did so. A thin trail of brunette hairs led from his lightly
fuzzy naval down to the tangled pubic roots. Two quarter sized, dark brown
nipples were perched on the cliff of his well developed pectorals. I vowed
to start matching his workout routine and join in when he did his push-ups
and sit-ups as well as start running with him every day. I wasn't flabby at
all, but I certainly didn't compare to Steve's fit image.

"What?" Steve asked after he caught me staring.

I broke my stare and flushed pink, "Oh, nothing. I was just admiring your
hot body."

Now he flushed. "I'm not that hot."

"Yes you are. But part of what makes you beautiful is that you don't even
realize you are. Like in the song."

He just smiled. "You're pretty hot yourself." He leaned in and kissed me on
the lips and we went back to our styling efforts. Once I had my straight
blonde hair as good as it was going to get, I went out and got dressed in
my black skinny jeans, purple button up and narrow black tie. I had a sick
belt with a chrome buckle to go with it. I wore my black leather dress
shoes.

Steve rocked his best dress pants, which happened to be beige chinos
matched with a button up cream colored shirt and a sweet brown plaid bowtie
with a little golden thread sewn in as an accent. I'd convinced him to buy
it at Walmart of all places to wear to church with my family over Christmas
break. He wore a pair of slip-on, brown leather shoes without socks. "Damn,
you dress up nicely, dude," I told him as he did an awkward runway spin for
me as a joke, breaking into embarrassed laughter.

I splashed on my fave cologne and after he caught a whiff, he borrowed some
of it from me. When he handed the bottle back, he held on to it and used it
to pull me in close. We pressed our well dressed bodies together in a tight
hug and breathed in the intoxicating odor of our cologne flavored
necks. "Mmm," he purred. "I can hardly wait for tonight. I could skip
dinner and just eat you right now."

I melted as he nibbled lightly on my neck. I tilted my head slightly left
to give him more access and he took full advantage. After a minute or two
of getting nibbled on, I put a hand on each of his cheeks and pulled him
away. "No hickies, dude," I snickered. I kissed him playfully and said,
"Let's go eat. I'm ravenous."

"I'm with you on that. I'll just give Jensen and Whittaker a call and let
them know we're headed down," Steve said.

"Okay, good idea. Our reservations are for seven."

"I thought you said, 6:30," Steve said.

"I fudged a bit to make sure we were on time," I admitted.

Steve smiled, "Just like you. Always planning ahead, thinking about every
possible thing that could go wrong and having a backup plan, like bringing
a whole case of condoms." He picked up the phone and punched in the number
to their room. He held the receiver away from his ear and glared at it. He
punched the receiver hook several times and listened, then hung it back
up. He traced the cord from the phone, behind the pine dresser that he had
to pull away from the wall until he came up holding the end of the wire
without the connection. "Wire's been ripped out of the plug thingy."

"Oh well, let's just go." Steve agreed and pushed the dresser back into
place. I followed Steve out the door and a few steps down the hall, then
realized our door had stuck open. I went back and gave a tug on the
handle. It was rubbing against the rug just inside the doorway. When I
caught up to Steve, he was holding the elevator for me.

"About fucking time," Whittaker said, pushing his long frame up out of the
overstuffed lobby chair as we emerged from the hallway where the elevators
were located.

"Where's Jenson?" Steve asked.

"Fucking Prima donna is still upstairs getting himself all prettied up for
Valerie. He's worse than my sister ever was."

We all chuckled. "This is a big night for him. Everything has to be
perfect," I explained. "I can't blame him for that."

"Yeah, if it goes to plan, he'll remember this New Year's for the rest of
his life," Steve suggested.

"I guess," Whittaker agreed. "Still, I had to get the fuck out of the
room. I swear, if he'd asked me one more time which shirt looked best on
him, I was gonna puke."

"That's funny," I agreed and Steve smiled.

"I nearly made him pull his pants down and make sure he still had a dick
attached when he told me that he wished he knew what Valerie was gonna wear
so he could coordinate with her. He only had two choices, blue or grey for
god's sake." The look of pure annoyance on Whittaker's face made Steve and
I crack up. Just then, Jensen emerged from the elevator. He'd chosen the
indigo blue shirt with a black vest and dress slacks, no tie and the top
two buttons left open. He looked really sharp and I had to think Valerie
would be impressed.

"Hey guys. I'm starving. Let's eat."

"About fucking time," Whittaker grumbled. "I'm hungrier than an Ethiopian
orphan." Jensen just smirked. Steve winced but didn't say anything.

I was glad that I had made reservations because the dining room was
packed. I was also glad that I'd told Jensen and Whittaker that the
reservations were for 6:30 instead of 7:00 or we would have missed them
because of Jensen. I'd had a feeling about that. The dining room wasn't
cheap but it was kick-ass good. We'd only eaten at the Terrace Grill
earlier because it was less expensive. Steve and I had the Bison Top
Sirloin steak cooked medium rare with a sage and peppercorn sauce. I had to
insist on Steve ordering the steak, but he caved pretty quickly. I knew he
really wanted it but was trying to be polite. It came with buttermilk
mashed potatoes and steamed mixed veggies. It was AWESOME!

Whittaker opted for the Bison burger plate since it was about half the cost
and would still allow him to say he'd eaten buffalo. Jensen had the Caesar
salad topped with flaked trout.

When I took my first bite of the juicy, medium rare, bison steak, the
flavor packed juices spewed across my tongue as I bit down on the meaty
morsel. It was almost sexual. I closed my eyes and made love to it. The
mashed potatoes were creamy and delicious and the veggies were crisp and
packed with fresh flavor.

"Check out the wolves out in the meadow," Whittaker said. We all looked out
the big glass windows and saw three wolves passing through the meadow under
the moonlight.

"Probably looking for their dinner," Steve suggested.

"Yeah, probably. It looks like they're stalking something," I
agreed. "Whatever they find won't be as good as this buffalo steak we're
having."

"You got that right. This is sooo good. Thanks," Steve said. I just smiled
back.

We ate mostly in silence after that, except for mumbled comments about how
good everything was. Jensen kept craning his neck, scanning the restaurant
while we ate.

"Would you stop that," Whittaker chided. "She's not coming in here. Did you
see the prices? School choir groups don't eat in this kind of
place. They're all having cold cuts and soda in their rooms."

Jensen sighed in obvious acknowledgment and speared a chunk of trout. With
a wistful look in his eye, he reached down and adjusted the trout in his
pants and I had to snicker. He reminded me of my brother, Billy, when he
was all randy at the table the other day in anticipation of fucking his
cheerleader girlfriend. I couldn't help but wonder what happened with his
butt fucking plans for her. I shot him a quick text asking.

"Nah, let her off. She gave great hed tho. So alls good."

"Cool. Right decision, bro."

"I know. Ur roomie rocks. Tell him he still owes me a butt fuck lol"

I replied, "lol".

I smiled and wondered what he'd think if I texted back that I'd collect for
him later on around midnight. I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and went
back to making love to my bison steak. I was glad I'd taken the waiter's
suggestion not to order it medium since it is so lean that it would be
overcooked if I had. When the waiter came around offering dessert, I was
stuffed. In fact, Steve finished off my potatoes. Whittaker ordered ice
cream as did Steve. Jensen and I passed.

When the waiter left, Whittaker leaned over to Jensen. "Saving room for
room service later, are you?"

"What are you talking about?" Jensen responded.

"I'm talking about the hairy fish taco you're planning on eating later on
in the room. Fish twice in one night, you must really like it."

"You're sick, you know that?" Jensen scowled and blushed. I could tell he
liked being the one who was getting the girl for a change and didn't mind
our little ribbing comments. Steve and I snickered a little. It was a bit
clever even if it was disgusting.

"Hey, I've got some things to do up in the room before the party really
gets going."

"What? Are you gonna start packing already?" Steve asked.

"Nooo. Just other stuff. Give me your key, I forgot mine in the room." I'd
left it behind intentionally.

Steve fished it out of his pocket and slid it over to me. I handed him my
credit card and told him to forge my name.

"Dude, you can pay for mine too if you want?" Whittaker said.

"In your wet dreams," I answered. "There's perks to being my roommate. I
owe Steve this for all the help he's given me. You, on the other hand,
haven't done anything for me except use up all the hot water in the showers
while you jerk yourself off."

"Ouch, dude." Whittaker laughed and put the napkin over his hand while he
flipped me off. I laughed and waved as I headed off to set up the room.

As I walked out, I noticed the little boy from the room next to us, sitting
with his parents. He was all dressed up and looking uncomfortable. He
tugged at his collar and his mom reached over and adjusted his tie back
straight, then tapped her finger to his nose. He stabbed a piece of his hot
dog and smeared it in his macaroni and cheese before popping it in his
mouth.

I was excited. I'd planned this evening out to the last detail and I
couldn't wait to see what Steve would think of all I had in mind. I
practically jogged to the elevator. When I reached our floor, I stood at
the crack of the doors until they opened and burst through them the minute
they did. I had no time to waste to get it all set up.

I quickly opened the door and rushed in. I set the key on the dresser and
went straight to my travel bag. I opened it and pulled out the bag full of
candles. I placed the little candles on both night stands, on the dresser
and on the small table next to the window. The large scented one, I put on
the night stand between the two beds next to the TV remote. I lit that one
so the scent, mountain pine, would fill the room when we walked in later. I
breathed in the smell as the wax began burning and my mind drifted to the
times in the woods we'd shared up at Glacier Park and then again on the
wagon ride to see the elk and finally skiing earlier. I loved the smell of
the pines. I realized I was boned and absently stroking my hardness through
my pants. I was really horny and I was so excited to make incredible love
with Steve later on. I realized I was falling hard for him and wanted
everything to be just perfect for our big New Year's Steve lovemaking
session. I checked my phone for the time and got a wild hair.

I went to the bed and pulled my shoes and socks off. I loosened my tie, but
didn't let the knot come out so I could slip it off over my head. Then I
pulled my shirt off and disposed of my pants and boxer briefs. I laid
everything carefully on the bed. My dick sprang to full erection. I pulled
the covers down on the bed and slipped in. I laid the pillows end to end
and climbed on top of them. My dick sank into their downy softness. I began
slow humping and practicing what I wanted to whisper in my New Year Steve's
ear while we rubbed our naked bodies together. I practiced several ways of
saying "I love you," without sounding desperate about it.

Music. I needed music. I jumped up and went to Steve's bag and found his
little iPod. I pulled a small speaker out that I'd purchased and plugged it
in. I found the playlist I'd downloaded from my computer back at school and
labeled New Year's. It was all soft, sexy love songs from the 70's up to
current. Some of the oldies were awesome. I turned it on to test it and let
it play while I hustled in to the bathroom and got two hand towels to lay
next to the bed for cleaning up any spills that might take place. I sat on
the edge of the bed and stroked myself back up to a full erection and
smeared the droplets of pre-cum around my throbbing head. It took very
little coaxing to bone back up hard.

There came a sudden, unexpected knock on my door. I startled and flinched,
then hurried to the bathroom. I hoped it wasn't Steve, I didn't want my
surprise ruined. I wrapped a towel around me and tucked it in to pull my
erection tight up against my body. I peeked through the eye hole just as
Jensen pounded his fist against the door again. I wondered what he could
want. "What?" I called out, not even trying to mask my annoyance.

"Umm, Steve mentioned that you have some bitchin' cologne. I smelled it on
him and he said it was yours. I wondered if I could borrow some for
tonight. Valerie will love it. You know?"

I sighed. "Yeah. Fine." I pulled the door open and let him in. He walked in
and stutter stepped a bit as he realized I was naked but for my towel. His
eyes trailed down and stopped at the bulge in my towel. Then he peered
around me and saw the candles and drew in a deep breath.

"What's all this about? Candles, music ... whoa, I get it." He burst into a
huge grin and winked at me. My gut clenched. He'd figured it out. I could
see it in his face. I felt my face getting hot and knew I was
blushing. Before I could even formulate any kind of excuse, he raised his
fist to bump knuckles. I went with it. "You sly wolf. You're hooking up
with a girl on the down low, aren't you? Is it one of the choir girls?"

I started breathing again and my heart resumed beating. "Umm, yeah. I mean,
no. Not a choir girl. My cologne's right there." I pointed into the
bathroom.

"Who then?" he asked as he retrieved the bottle.

"Don't be gettin' all up in my business, dude," I said with a wink.

"Okay. Sorry. Just curious. No wonder you brought so many condoms. I had no
idea you were a playa." He splashed a palm full of cologne on his neck and
down his exposed chest. "Should I tell Steve you'll be a while?"

"NO! Shit, don't tell Steve anything about this. Please. Promise!"

"Okay, okay. Chill."

"Are you sure it's not one of the choir girls, because a couple of them
like you, especially Gina. Of course, they're all squishy over your hottie
roommate, even Val thinks he's 'adorable'." He sort of sung the 'adorable'
part while rolling his eyes.

"Steve, you mean?"

"Of course Steve. What other hot roommate have you got?" Panic ensued in my
gut. I'd never considered how true that must be. Girls must come on to him
a lot. I'd never seen him date or talk about girls so I'd never thought
about it. Now it worried me. If he wasn't gay ... well, the possibilities
scared me.

"You need to go. Now." I gave him a gentle push.

"Oh, sorry. I guess it would be a bit of a buzz kill if she shows up with
me here. Have fun you ... you sly wolf."

Then I tossed my towel back into the bathroom and went to my travel bag to
get the massage oil, lube and condoms. I couldn't find my little sex bag
I'd prepared. I searched more carefully, then not finding it, I frantically
dumped everything out onto the spare bed. It was gone! "No ... No! No! No!
Where is it?" I tore open the dresser drawers even though I couldn't
remember putting it anywhere. This was taking too much time and I needed to
get back downstairs to protect Steve from the she-wolves who were probably
stalking him. I thought and thought about what I might have done with it
and then it hit me like a cow hoof to the forehead. I'd pulled my sex bag
out to give some rubbers to Jensen. I wondered if I could have dropped it,
but I definitely remembered stuffing it in the outside pocket of my travel
bag. Then I had another flash. I wondered if it could be. I rushed to the
door, cracked it and leaned out to peer into the hallway.

I saw it. I could just make out a corner of it poking up over the edge of
one of the planter boxes with the trees. I hesitated a moment to consider
putting the towel back on, but that would just take more precious time. I
pushed the door all the way open and carefully let go. It stayed in place,
held by the carpet. "Yes!"

I peered cautiously back down the hallway and figured there wasn't likely
anyone to be coming out since the party had already started downstairs. My
stomach started churning with butterflies as I did something so against my
nature and took off streaking down the hallway to retrieve the bag, dick
and balls flapping wildly as I ran. I grabbed the errant bag and started
back toward the room relieved. In a surreal, almost slow motion series of
events I saw the door slipping. I broke into a full on sprint as the door
broke completely free and swung quickly closed. A panicked "NOOOOO!"
erupted from deep within me. At the last moment, I leapt as if I was a wide
receiver stretching out to get the ball over the goal line. I landed flat
on the carpet and slid into the closing door. My fingers curled backwards
as I heard the click of the latch. I slid to a stop and dropped my forehead
to the carpet. "Shit!" I muttered. My elbows, knees and dick were stinging
from rug burn.

Moments later, I was startled into realizing that I needed to think fast as
the bell on the elevator announced it was stopping. "Oh shit!" I rolled
over and grabbed the sex bag looking for somewhere to hide. There was
nothing but closed doors and a window at the end of the hallway that was
undoubtedly locked. Jumping was not an option, although I'm pretty sure I
would have tried it if it had been possible. I hopped left and then right
not knowing quite where to turn. I grabbed my room's door handle and jerked
on it while I pushed against the door with my bare shoulder, willing it
open. It was hopeless. "Oh god, oh god," I muttered. The elevator doors
were opening.

I grabbed the potted tree at the end of the hallway and pulled it with all
my might to get some separation from the wall and dove behind it. I hunched
down and watched as a small boy emerged from the elevator and rushed toward
me. I realized I was not very well concealed and was very relieved that it
was just the young boy from the room next door and he was all by
himself. The boy paid me no attention and went straight to his door,
fumbling with the key while he grabbed his crotch with the other hand and
fidgeted from foot to foot. He started whimpering as he grew more
frustrated in trying to unlock his door. Then, I had an idea.

I crept from behind the tree and walked over to him. "Let me help you," I
said taking the key from him.

He looked up at me grateful and then glanced down at me curiously. He
didn't say anything although he was about to as I popped the door open. The
little guy rushed in and ran straight to the bathroom. I followed him in
and shut the door, leaned against it and breathed a sigh of relief. I
stepped up to the bathroom door and saw the little guy desperately
struggling to get his belt undone. His urgency and frustration were both
extremely high. I stepped over and helped him unbuckle it and pull his
pants down. He immediately grabbed his cute little pecker and let out a
relieved moan as a stream of yellow pee splashed into the toilet bowl.

Once his immediate need was taken care of, the little guy looked over at me
and asked the obvious question. "How comes are you nakie?"

"I accidentally got locked out of my room. I need you to help me out."

"Okay," he answered. Then in innocent curiosity, he reached out and touched
my penis with his finger and commented, "Your pee-pee is really big."

"Well, not really, but to you ... I guess, yeah." Then I heard the clatter
of a key against the door lock and voices.

"What were you thinking?" a woman's voice asked filled with obviously
agitation. "Sending a boy his age off by himself to a hotel room. Why
didn't you just take him to the bathroom downstairs yourself?"

"My hands were full with all your shit you wanted taken to the car. I was
just ..."

"Give it up, Robert. Don't try to justify your stupidity. You don't know
what kind of sex depraved weirdo's might kidnap him and do God knows what
to him. I'm so upset, I can't get the key in the lock. Here you do it."
There was a light rap on the door. "Daniel? Daniel honey, are you in
there?" the woman called out.

"Yes Mommy," Daniel answered.

"Oh God, no," I muttered. The acidic juices in my gut started boiling worse
than before. "Daniel," I said. "Let's play a game."

"Okay. What?"

"It's kind of like hide and seek, only we're on the same team. I'll hide
and you'll be the secret keeper. You can't tell your parents about me being
here or where I'm hiding, okay?"

"Okay. Like a secret agent ninja?"

"Yeah. Like that.  Can you keep the secret?" He smiled and nodded
affirmatively. "Promise?" He nodded again. I desperately looked for a good
place to hide. I didn't dare leave the bathroom because the parents could
emerge into the room at any minute. I jumped into the bathtub and pulled
the curtain closed as the door opened. I leaned against the tile and
pressed my palms against it, forcing myself to control my breathing, but
then I gasped. My hands were empty. I pulled the corner of the curtain and
saw my sex bag on the edge of the counter. I stepped out with one foot and
stretched to snag it and pull it in at the very last second. Daniel watched
me but didn't say anything as he started pulling his pants back up. I
worried the rippling curtain would give me away.

"Daniel, is everything okay sweetie?"

"Sure Mom."

"See, you freak out too much over nothing," the man's voice said.

"Just because nothing happened doesn't mean it wasn't a stupid idea to let
a six year old go off in a hotel on his own. What if he'd been grabbed by
some deviant weirdo? How would you feel then?"

"Oh for god's sake, Diane, there's not a pedophile lurking in every corner
just waiting to kidnap our little Daniel. If anyone ever tried it, I'd tear
them apart." I gulped and willed myself to keep breathing. Then I heard the
man's voice again. "Why do you keep looking at the big elk, little buddy?"
The shower curtain rippled as the man's hand slapped at it. I nearly passed
out. My knees were shaking uncontrollably and I was on verge of sobbing. I
tried breathing without making any noise, but was sure I must be failing. I
held my sex bag in front of my privates for all the good that would do. I
tried to think of something remotely reasonable to say if Daniel's daddy
pulled the curtain open, or if little Daniel spilled his guts.

It was pretty quick that I realized there was no explanation I could
possibly give for being alone with a six year old in his hotel room, naked,
hiding in the bathtub, while clutching a bag full of condoms, massage oil
and sex lube. "I'm so screwed," I thought.

"I'm not looking at it," Daniel said.

"Yes you are. Did you like seeing those big guys on the sleigh ride this
morning?"

"Uh-huh. I liked the singing part too."

"Yeah, that was fun. Wash your hands and let's go back to the party, all
right?"

"Okay."

When the door closed behind Daniel and his parents to head back down to the
New Year's Eve party, I slunk down in the tub and wrapped my arms around my
knees. I couldn't stop shaking. It took me a full five minutes to get my
composure. When I did, I pulled the shower curtain open and stepped out. My
legs were still wobbly. I picked up the desk phone and called the front
desk. I explained that I was using my neighbor's phone because mine was out
of order and that I had locked myself out of my room. I asked them to send
a key up but the clerk told me there was no one to do that because all the
staff was busy at the party and I'd have to come down to get it. I tried to
think of a good reason why I couldn't. "Umm, okay, I'll be right down." I
hung up and grabbed a towel. "Shit!" A towel didn't seem like the best
idea, so I opened a dresser drawer.

I pulled out a bra and pink panties. "Nah, better not" I said with a
snicker as I held the bra up to my chest, modeling it. I put those
carefully back away and opened a drawer on the other side and found a pair
of nylon running shorts and a t-shirt. I pulled them on and quickly hung
the towel back up. I opened the door, checked the hallway and stepped
out. I only got two steps away when I gasped again, spun and dove for the
closing door. "Noooo!" I cried out again as it latched. I started to slowly
bang my head against the door wondering how I could possibly be so
stupid. I'd left the sex bag on top of the dresser. Realizing there was
nothing to do about it, I headed down the hall and was about to push the
button to the elevator but realized that I'd have to walk past the party
room if I did that. Instead, I took the stairs, went out the side door and
around to the lobby door. All that nuisance and effort to get the bag and
it was all basically for naught. "Aargh!" I groaned out loud.

I chuckled as I played out a scenario in my mind of when Diane found my sex
bag on the dresser and accused little Daniel's father of it being his. I
imagined a whole knock down drag out battle over it. I hoped I wouldn't end
up being responsible for little Daniel spending every other week at a
different parent's house. My bare feet were freezing by the time I got to
the front desk. I'd high-stepped it across the snow covered lawn to get
from one sidewalk to the front doors.

"I'm the one who lost his key." I was shivering, clutching myself and
rubbing my feet on my calves.

"I'm so sorry. Did you go outside to get here?" the clerk asked peering
over the counter at my bare legs and feet.

"Yeah, I didn't want a certain someone to see me from the party looking
like this."

"Ohhhh, I get it. One of the choir girls?"

"Umm, no. No, someone else. But you got the idea, yeah."

"Okay, let me get that key for you." She smiled politely but with a bit of
a wary look. She opened a cupboard door, searched for a moment and plucked
it from a hook. I thanked her and started to walk away when I had an
idea. "Could you do me another little favor?"

"Certainly."

"Could you get me a replacement wire for the phone in our room?"

"Well, maintenance is gone and everyone else is busy with the party. I
could get you one in the morning."

"Hmm, I really need it tonight." She just shrugged. "I wonder if you could
maybe take one off a phone in your back office and then replace that one in
the morning, or I could bring it back down when we check out tomorrow."

"I guess I could do that. I don't see why that would matter. No one will be
in the office tomorrow."

"Oh, thanks. You're awesome," I praised.

As soon as she cleared the divider wall, I jumped up onto the counter and
swiveled my ass around to drop in behind the counter. I quickly opened the
key cupboard and scanned for the neighboring room key. It was taking too
long and I started getting nervous that I was gonna get caught. I located
it and pulled it from the hook. It was attached to a green plastic fob with
the room number printed on it. A metal key was very old school for a hotel
but then I guessed Yellowstone hotels weren't exactly like a national chain
and didn't bother upgrading things until they had to. I quickly hopped over
the counter and went to stuff the keys in my pocket but there were no
pockets in the borrowed shorts. I had no shoes to hide it in and I couldn't
be holding two keys or the desk clerk would know what I'd done. With no
underwear, it was too heavy to stay tucked in my waistband. As a last ditch
solution, I slipped the neighbor's key down the back of my shorts and
tucked the plastic fob into the crack of my ass and clenched my cheeks.

I couldn't believe how much concentration it took to keep my ass cheeks
clenched on the damn thing. The clerk returned with the phone cord before I
could pull my hand free from the back of my shorts. Her gaze immediately
went to my missing hand.

"Got an itch," I said unconvincingly. "Sorry, how embarrassing," I said
sheepishly as I pulled my hand free. "Thanks for the cord. I really
appreciate it. I'll bring it back down in the morning," I promised. She
looked at me with that odd, wary glance again. Like she could tell
something was off base about me. I suppose I looked pretty strange in my
posture and even the way I spoke while I was focused on clenching my ass
down on the snatched key.

"No problem," she said. I sort of backed out the front doors and then high
stepped it back through the snow. As soon as I was around the corner and
out of view, I pulled the key out of my ass, held it triumphantly in the
air and shouted, "Yes!"

I rushed back to the side door, up the stairwell and down the hallway to
little Daniel's room. I opened the door and peered in. Coast appeared to be
clear. I crept in, retrieved my troublesome sex bag and then pulled the
borrowed clothes off. I folded the shorts and shirt and put them back as
best I could remember, then headed back to the door. I halfway expected
another intrusion now that I was nude again. I opened the door, peeked out
and then quickly made my way to our door and let myself in with the extra
key. I was so relieved that I'd finally managed to get back in safely. I
quickly put a couple condoms under our pillows, set the oil and lube on the
center nightstand and turned the music off. "Whew," I sighed.

I got dressed and headed back downstairs.

When I walked into the party, Jensen and Valerie were paired off in a
corner chatting. Whittaker and Steve had joined the choir group and were
apparently flirting. My stomach churned. I worried that I'd made a huge
mistake by leaving Steve alone. As I approached, the group opened up and
let me in. They were talking about the differences and similarities between
our two schools. They'd gotten on the subject of professors and what made a
good or a bad one. I shared a story about my Intro to Business class where
the professor gave us really involved essay questions but left us only a
little room to write the answers. "So during the test review," I explained
with everyone's eyes on me, listening to my story, "I raised my hand and
asked, 'Professor, can you give us more room to write down our essay
answers on this test? You leave us too little space.'"

"What did he say?" One of the girls asked.

"First, he pointed at me, wrinkled his brow and asked, 'You're Shane
Steele, right?' and I was surprised he knew me by name because it was such
a large class. So I said I was Shane and then he said, 'I've been meaning
to talk to you about that very thing.' Then I was really surprised,
thinking he was going to compliment me on my full and complete responses,
until he added, 'You need to stop using that crayon when taking my
tests. Get a number two pencil instead.'" Everyone laughed and I was
pleased it went over so well. I never feel comfortable telling jokes in a
group and often screw up the punch line. Only, that was a true story I'd
related, so it was easier. Steve wrapped his strong arm around my neck and
put me in a playful headlock.

"That's way funny, Shane," Steve declared. My story triggered an experience
from one of the choir boys. He got some polite laughter on his much lamer
story. The makeshift DJ, who I recognized as one of the busboys from the
dining room, had been playing a broad mix of tunes for the wide variety of
patrons - very young to quite old. Then he put on some top 40 tunes,
leading off with, Best Day of My Life. Everyone started bouncing to beat
and everyone just sort of danced in a group which made it easy to dance
along next to Steve. He turned out to be a really good dancer with some
smooth moves. He could make his body do a wave starting low at his knees
and rippling up through his thighs, midsection, abs, chest and shoulders. I
was impressed. It was fun singing along with everyone on the
woo-oo-oo-o-oo-o-oo part in the song. We'd all throw our hands in the air
as we sang it. As the singer sang the lyrics that went 'This is gonna be
the best day of my li-i-ife,' I couldn't help but think he was talking
about me and Steve.

After four or five top 40 dance songs, he played a big band swing song. All
the choir kids got excited and paired off to dance it. Apparently, they had
learned to swing dance for a stage performance they had been a part
of. Once the boys were gone, girls started pairing with each other just to
be able to dance. Some of them were really good at it and fun to
watch. Some of the older people there could swing dance too, but most just
watched and cheered the better dancers on. Gina, the girl who liked me, and
Charlotte, a fairly tall and pretty blonde girl, who was flirting
shamelessly with Steve, grabbed us. When we objected because we didn't know
how to swing dance, they insisted on teaching us.

Steve picked it up better than I did, but we both fumbled around. The girls
at one point had us dance together and copy what they were doing. When I
took Steve's hands and actually started to dance with him in public, my
heart swelled. Holding his hands and swaying together, weaving in and out
of each other's arms was so exciting to do. I was disappointed when the
girls wanted to switch back. Still, it had been a lot of fun while it
lasted. I decided to try and find a gay club when we got back in Bozeman
where Steve and I could go and dance the night away without a second glance
from anyone.

The DJ played a polka and everyone started to do the step-hop-hop,
step-hop-hop around the room, even weaving in and out of the tables. People
were grabbing partners that they didn't even seem to really know to get in
on it and after the choir boys all matched up, choir girls started dancing
with each other again. As a joke, two of the choir boys traded partners and
started dancing with each other. Luckily, Gina and Charlotte had gone off
together with a pack of three other she-wolves to the ladies room at the
time. "What the heck," I ventured out loud, "Let's dance." I held my hand
out to Steve, who smiled and took it and we began whirling about the room
in the wild step-hop-hop of the polka beat. We accidentally ran into some
chairs by one of the tables and tripped. We sprawled out on the carpet with
me lying on top of Steve in an embarrassing missionary position. I quickly
jumped off and we broke into hilarious laughter along with Whittaker and
most of the college students. We quickly resumed our dancing as exuberantly
as before. It was beyond awesome.

The next two songs were slow songs and Steve and I drifted back over by the
refreshments table. I saw Jensen and Valerie swaying together and the horny
bastard was grinding a bit. Valerie whispered into his ear and he smiled
then whispered something back. She whispered some more and suddenly, he
pulled away and looked down. She laughed a little and pulled him back
against her. It got me horny for Steve.

After the dance, Jensen gripped my arm from behind and said, "Come to the
bathroom with me."

"Why? I don't need to."

"Yes. You do. I need to ask you something in private."

"Oh. Okay." I followed him thinking how high school it was.

Once inside, he checked to see that we were alone and then he said to me,
"Val and I were dancing and she told me that she was feeling me. I said,
'I'm feeling you too, babe'. Then she said, 'No, I mean I'm feeling your
excitement' and I said, 'yeah, I'm so excited to be with you.'"

"Okay. That's cool. So what do you want from me?" I asked.

"Wait. Then she said, 'I mean, I feel your ... you know, your excitedness
pressing into me.'"He then pointed to is bulging dick. "It won't go down
and she knows it. God, I was so embarrassed. What should I do? What should
I say? I'm not experienced at this like you are."

I shouldn't have laughed, but I couldn't help myself. He looked upset when
I started laughing so I got control of myself quickly and said, "Well, I'm
not really that experienced, but from what I saw and what you just said,
I'd say it's a pretty good bet she wants it as badly as you want it. So
during the next slow dance just invite her to your room after the
party. Tell her you think she's beautiful and sweet and you like her a
lot. Tell her that you'd love to share some private time with her. She'll
get the idea. Trust me."

"Wow. Whew," he sighed. "Okay. I think I can do that. Thanks." He adjusted
his dick and slipped out the door. I leaned against the sink, adjusted my
own growing dick and thought about my private time coming up with
Steve. Then I headed back to the dance floor.

Steve and I danced and laughed into the night with the other college
students and enjoyed our time immensely. Whittaker tried much too hard to
hook up with several of the choir girls. He didn't exactly say, "Hey, I'm
Whittaker, wanna get naked and fuck," but it wasn't too far from that. He
really needed some help when it came to flirting with a girl. Around ten,
the families started heading off to their rooms and it was just the younger
crowd. The DJ played Demons by the group, Imagine Dragons, and people
paired off to slow dance. Jensen and Valerie were pressed together so
tightly that you couldn't fit a playing card between them. She had her
cheek lying against his shoulder and he had a look on his face that
emanated sheer bliss. When we made eye contact, he winked at me. He'd
sealed the deal.

I so wanted to pull Steve in to me and press my body to his while we swayed
to the music. Instead, Charlotte in her forward manner slid her petite hand
up Steve's forearm and smiled with a nod toward the dance floor. He
hesitated, glanced down and then shrugged. She took that as acceptance and
took him by the hand, pulling him into the swaying crowd. They didn't bear
hug, but they were far closer to each other than I wanted them to
be. Actually, if she had been standing in Idaho, she would have been too
close for my liking. Gina said something to me and I realized she was
repeating something. I had been too consumed by watching Steve and
Charlotte to realize it. "Huh? Sorry, what?" I asked.

"Dance. Do you want to dance?" She repeated looking hopeful. Part of me
wanted to in order to show Steve that two could play at that game, but more
of me had no interest whatsoever in dancing with Gina. Still, I didn't want
to be rude.

"I'd like to but, I don't feel good suddenly. I think I need some
air. Maybe the next one?" I said.

She looked crestfallen but was gracious in accepting my rejection. I bowed
out and headed outside. I smiled at the desk clerk, who recognized me as I
walked out the doors. She smiled back.

Once outside, I walked around to where the big windows of the dining room
were and sat on a bench overlooking the moonlit meadow. It was still and
quiet except for the muffled sound of the music inside. I could make out
enough of the tune that the words of the song played in my mind.

When you feel my heat Look into my eyes It's where my demons hide It's
where my demons hide Don't get too close It's dark inside It's where my
demons hide It's where my demons hide

My demons were coming out of hiding. I knew I was falling hard for
Steve. Nothing was better evidence of that than the intensity of my
jealousy, stupid as it was. I didn't know if he was feeling anything for me
the way I was feeling for him. I was scared to straight up ask him, because
I didn't want to risk the chance of getting the wrong answer. Besides, it
was still so early in our sexual relationship. We'd known each other as
roommates the whole semester but that almost didn't count since the
relationship was much more superficial then. There was still so much
mystery about Steve and he was still reluctant to share everything with
me. That didn't seem like a good thing, but then I had no concept of what
he might have endured and what demons he had hidden. I had my elbows on my
knees and my face in my hands and was startled when a large firm hand
gripped my thigh.

I startled and looked up to find Whittaker sitting next to me. "You okay,
dude?" he asked.

"Yeah. I just needed some air."

He nodded understanding with his entire upper body. He stretched out his
long legs and folded his arms across his chest. "This is beautiful, the
peaceful meadow in the moonlight. It's kind of romantic. Too bad we don't
have anyone to share it with."

"Yeah. It is."

"That Gina chick seems into you. You should make a move on her."

"I guess. I'm just not really into one night stands."

"Too bad." He stared off a while and said, "So you mind if I make a move on
her?"

I laughed. "No man. Have at it."

"Cool. Sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Fine," I snickered. "Hey, Whittaker, can I give you some advice?"

"Sure."

"Don't be so direct in your approach. Just ask her to dance and give her a
few little compliments. Let her take the lead from there. Don't try too
hard."

"Yeah. Thanks. I know I'm kinda bad about that.  I'm always too focused on
the end zone and forget I have to get a few first downs before I can score
the touchdown." He bumped knuckles with me and scurried off.

I gathered myself together and headed back inside. Everyone was group
dancing and Whittaker was dancing next to Gina, who seemed to be flirting
with him. When I walked up, Steve said, "There you are. You okay? Gina said
you weren't feeling well."

"Nah, I'm fine now. I just needed some air."

"That's good," Steve said and continued dancing.

I got pulled into a conversation with one of the choir boys when another
slow song came on. From the corner of my eye, it seemed like Steve actually
invited Charlotte to dance. That really upset me. I tried to pull away from
the choir kid, who I wasn't really listening to anyway, and when I did
excuse myself, I found Jensen 'superglued' to Valerie, of course, Whittaker
dancing with Gina and Steve dancing with Charlotte. They weren't hugging
but I swear they were closer than on the prior dance. I felt the hair on
the back of my neck standing up.

It was getting close to midnight and when the slow dance ended, they passed
out noisemakers. They turned on the TV and showed a re-enactment of the
dropping of the ball in Times Square, a tradition I've never really
understood. Ryan Seacrest, media whore extraordinaire, was blabbing
excitedly about something. I blocked him out. When the time came, we all
counted down and yelled "Happy New Year!!!" They muted the TV and the DJ
played Auld Lang Syne as couples hugged and kissed. To my utter shock,
Steve grabbed me and kissed me - right on the lips. It happened fast and
with all the commotion, I don't know who, if anyone, paid us any notice,
but it put a huge smile on my face.

We said our goodbyes along with about half the crowd and started heading
off to our rooms.  Jensen and Valerie headed off hand in hand with eyes
locked in a dreamy gaze. Whittaker was still flirting with Gina. Charlotte
reluctantly said goodbye to Steve and made a last ditch effort to talk him
into hanging around a little longer. He politely said he was really tired
and needed to head off to bed. I suggested we go out through the lobby and
walk around the hotel to enjoy the fresh air and help us cool down from the
dancing. As we walked past the front desk, the clerk was still on duty and
recognized me. Her eyes widened and her jaw slackened as she saw me with
Steve. I dropped back a step and gave a little point toward Steve and
winked. She smiled and nodded understandingly and then flashed me a little
thumbs up.

We walked around by the meadow and I took his hand. He wove his fingers
into mine and smiled at me. "I was a little worried about you in there."

"Why?" he asked.

"You don't know?"

"No.''

"Never mind then."

"No you don't. Tell me," he insisted.

"Forget I said anything. It's stupid." I was kicking myself for saying
anything in the first place.

He looked puzzled at me and then said, "You mean Charlotte?"

"No. Of course not."

"You're a really bad liar. You know that, right?" He chuckled. It made me
feel stupid that I was so transparent but I also kind of like that he was
amused by my jealousy instead of upset about it.

"It's really beautiful out here, isn't it?" I asked.

"Nice try on the subject change, but I'll go with it. Yeah, it's really
beautiful. This whole day has been amazing. I really appreciate it. I'm
glad we came. Thanks for putting it all together."

"I'm glad. Day's not over yet, though. There's still a little fun left." I
smiled and winked.

"Nice. Can't wait," Steve said. We slid into each other's arms and hugged
tightly. I leaned in and he kissed me deeply under the moonlight in the
crisp night air.  I was left breathless and tears of happiness welled in
the corners of my eyes. I took him by the hand and we walked up the stairs
and down to our room.

I couldn't help but smile when we walked past the neighbor's door. "All's
well that ends well," I thought out loud.

"What's that?" Steve asked.

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking how well the night's turned out and how
it's going to end well."

"Cool. Let's start this new year off with a bang," Steve said as I opened
the door and waved him in.

"Banging is definitely on the schedule!" I laughed.

The smell of the candle was really nice. The pine scent wasn't overwhelming
but it was easily detectable. It was wonderful and set the mood perfectly
for our big night in Mammoth. "Nice touch with the candle," he praised.

I turned the music on and lit the other candles and then shut the lights
off. Steve came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me. He
nuzzled me and began swaying to the music, With or Without You by U2 was
playing. I closed my eyes and caressed his forearms. I spun around and we
slipped into a bear hug and danced together for nearly ten minutes with our
hands roaming up and down each other's backsides and squeezing each other's
firm asses. We held our cheeks against one another's and enjoyed the soft
tender touch against our faces.


A knock came at the door and a female voice familiar only to me called out,
"Room Service." I went to the door and found a bottle of Sparkling Cider
with two wine glasses and two warm chocolate chip cookies. The desk clerk
smiled and waved before she stepped into the elevator. I gave her an
appreciative smile back and brought the goodies inside. "What a nice
touch," Steve said.

We sipped the sparkling juice and consumed the warm, gooey cookies as we
sat on the end of the bed next to each other, kissing and licking each
other's lips between sips and bites. I pulled out my book of poetry and
read one to him:

A Dream Pang

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song was swallowed up in leaves that blew
alway; And to the forest edge you came one day (This was my dream) and
looked and pondered long.  But did not enter, though the wish was strong;
You shook your pensive head as who should say, 'I dare not - too far in his
footsteps stray - He must seek me would he undo the wrong.

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all Behind low boughs the trees let
down outside; And the sweet pang it cost me not to call And tell you that I
saw does still abide.  But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof, For the
wood wakes, and you are here for proof.

"That was beautiful," Steve said. "You are sweeter than this cookie and
more bubbly than this cider. You make me happy all over when we are
together." I bit my lower lip and fought off tears. I leaned in to him and
licked a bit of melted chocolate chip off of his lip. Then I kissed
him. After we finished our cookies and our goblets of the sweet, sparkling
juice, we resumed our dancing.

Then we kissed and we kissed and we kissed and we kissed some more as we
swayed to the music. The next song, Closer, by Tegan and Sara started
playing, and we stopped dancing to just bob up and down to the catchy beat
while we engaged in a serious make out session. Every time they sang 'Can
we get Closer', Steve and I did just that as we pressed our bodies together
in an attempt to melt into one another. Each kiss became more passionate
than the last until we were voraciously devouring each other. Our stiffened
penises strained against the fabric of our pants.

Steve pulled my tie down and unbuttoned my shirt. He pulled my shirttail
out of my waistband and spread it open. My skinny black tie hung down the
middle of my barren chest. He kissed his way from my neck down to my
nipples, where he bit and nibbled on them while he undid my pants and
pushed them low enough to get a hand on my raging hard-on. That was enough
to drive me completely wild and I dragged my hot stud to our bedside. We
tore each other's clothes off and dropped naked onto the bed, rolling and
writhing in a mad, frenzied fit of passion. Our dicks battled together like
Spartan swords as we assaulted each other's hungering mouths and groped
every bit of naked flesh our hands could clutch. My heart was racing and a
slight sheen of sweat was building up on my skin as we thrashed about.

As if on cue, we both froze. We held each other, lying perfectly still on
our sides, bodies still pressed tightly together. Our foreheads touched and
we were both panting in rhythm as we fought for control of our bodies. I
swallowed and slipped my hand between our chests to roll him onto his
back. Steve complied willingly. I drank in his naked, sweaty body as it
shimmered in the candlelight. Flickers of light danced across his stiff,
throbbing dick. I crawled atop him, straddling his thighs and reached for
the massage oil. I applied a generous amount to his chest and began a slow,
sensual body rub. Steve closed his eyes and moaned in gracious
appreciation.

I rubbed and kneaded his muscular pecs and arms. I gripped and rubbed his
shoulders and deeply pressed my fingers into his neck muscles. I leaned
down over his body and laid my forehead gently against Steve's. Our anxious
penises lay gently against each other, side by side, pulsating with our
pent up demands for release. I could feel his incredible, manly staff
radiating its heat against my stomach. I massaged Steve's temples and
nibbled on his quivering top lip. "You like that, don't you big guy?"

"Mmm-hmm," he mumbled with a nod. His eyes were closed and he was as
relaxed as I'd ever seen him. I rolled him over and started on his back. I
massaged his solid torso from his neck to his toes, reveling in the
hardness of his body. All the while, he purred in soft, erotic tones making
me increasingly horny.

"Don't you go falling asleep on me. I still have a big bang finish in
mind." As I was rubbing the sole of his foot, he started to lightly
snore. "Noooo," I groaned. I'd lulled him to sleep. I still had so much
more in mind for our evening and I groaned in great disappointment. I
gently lowered his foot to the bed and slid up alongside him. I caressed
his cheek as he softly snored. I wouldn't wake him up. I wanted to wake
him, but if he was that tired, I'd just let him sleep. There'd be another
time. "Oh man, I can't believe you fell asleep in the middle of our New
Year's Steve," I bemoaned aloud.

A smile slowly spread across his lips and he started to snicker. The
smartass hadn't been sleeping at all. He was just messing with me.

"Oh you teasing bitch," I cried out. "Faking that you'd fallen asleep was
not funny." I slapped his naughty ass so hard it stung my hand. He busted
up laughing in great, body rocking heaves.

"Thank you sir," he said laughing. "May I have another?"

"You certainly may you brute." I slapped his ass again, nice and
hard. Then, he rolled over and attacked me. He pinned me to the bed and
tickled me while I kicked and screamed in delight to the point of
tears. Then he slipped down and sucked my dick into his moist warm mouth
down to the root and played with it softly and gently, sliding it ever so
sweetly in and out. His velvety tongue caressed and flicked over my
trembling hardness. I was taken to nirvana as he continued to elevate my
level of arousal with his expert sucking while he caressed my upper body
with his strong hands. He was in control now and that was how I wanted
it. I wanted to be taken.  "Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me now and fuck me hard."

I pulled a condom from under a pillow and he reached for the lube. I opened
the wrapper as he sat up. I reached down and rolled the rubber over his
throbbing dick that I knew would soon impale me. That magic stick would
push my love button and drive me to the brink of sexual insanity. He
hurriedly smeared the lubricant over his shielded member and split my
thighs. He dropped down over me and prodded his thick tip against my
opening. Slowly, but steadily, he drove his stiff spike deep within me. I
cried out in ecstasy as he crossed over my anxious prostate. "Oh god,
yes. Do me. Do me now." I pulled my legs up, lifted my hips and stuffed a
pillow under my ass to permit deeper penetration.

Steve wrapped his hands up under my back and gripped my shoulders using the
leverage to shove his hot, pounding dick as deeply as possible into my
burning bowels. Then he began the dance. He pulled his tool of mass
distraction out to the edge of my hole and buried it back in deep. Again,
he pulled it out, dragging the bulbous tip over my sensitive gland and then
hammered his spike back in me. He sped up and soon was thrashing in and out
of me with the crazed determination of a madman, grunting and groaning with
each forceful thrust. I grabbed my shins and held them wide open as he
thrust himself into me. I was so into the emotional intensity of the
physical act that tears were streaming down my face and I was emitting deep
guttural, moans like a bugling elk. The explosive sensations were mind
numbing and I thought for a moment I might actually lose consciousness.

Then he cried out, wolf-like, as he drove himself as deeply as possible
into me and unloaded all of his pent up sexual prowess. One, two, three,
four, five, six powerful, gut wrenching thrusts later, he collapsed on top
of me panting like a hound that'd chased a rabbit five miles through the
woods to successfully tree it. I lowered my quivering knees and clutched
his firm ass in my hands. We lay there, joined together in the sexual
aftermath, heaving for breath. I kissed him tenderly and he kissed me back.

"Nothing," he began trying to catch his breath, "has ever been that good."

"I loved it. I ..." Did I dare speak it? I did. I grew the balls I needed
and said it. "I love you, Steve. I love you so much." My heart
stopped. Time stood still.  He raised himself on his elbows with great
effort and stared deeply into my eyes. There was just enough candlelight
that I could see his pupils dilate. "I love you too, Shane. I really love
you." I started to cry great tears of joy.

"Your turn," he said. He rolled off me and removed the condom full of his
love juices. He tied it off and tossed it on the floor. Then he rolled over
and pulled his legs up. "Take me, Shane. Nice and slow and tender. Cum
inside me. I need you in me, filling me up, right now."

I shook with excitement. I couldn't believe it. I never expected to get to
do this with him. I knew this was a big deal to him. He did not care to be
the bottom. He wanted to be in control. This was no small token. I pulled
the second condom from under the other pillow and rolled it quickly on. I
slipped between his legs and prepared to enter my lover's body to accept
his symbolic gift. My entry was stopped short, however, by a sudden,
jarring knock on the door. No, not a knock, more like a pounding, on the
door.

"Security! Open up!" My heart stopped. Had we been too loud, I
wondered. Then a worse thought hit me. "Had my antics from earlier in
Daniel's room been discovered somehow?" Maybe they had video tape of me
entering the room of a small boy while I was completely naked. I rolled off
and Steve jumped up. He pulled a towel around his waist and went to the
door. I pulled the covers up to my neck, trembling.

Just as Steve leaned in to peek through the eye hole, the intruder pounded
on the door again. Steve pulled away and then leaned in to see who it
was. "What the fuck? What do you want?" Steve said with annoyance in his
voice.

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I hope you have enjoyed this latest chapter of Come Christmas Steve. I'm
sorry it was so slow in coming, but my life got suddenly busy and waylaid
my creativity time. More to come as we discover who the intruder is and
learn more about Steve's past and Steve and Shane's future together.

Extraordinary shout out to my two editors, Flip McHooter and Paul Stevens,
both wonderful in their editing insights, helping make my stories better
for you. I value their help immensely.

Comments welcome at h.schreiber@hushmail.com