A Home For Christmas

It was a difficult task, trying to stay excited and stay calm at the same time as I saw Blake lay back naked and stretch a bit with his arms over his head before rolling over onto his stomach beside me. I involuntarily froze for a moment. The shape of it was a seductive sight worthy of praise and worship, it really was. Flawlessly smooth...and super pale compared to the rest of him. Hehehe, even with the brightness of the rest of his milky complexion, it stuck out like a white little cotton tail, which he wiggled slightly with a grin as he saw me gazing at it with a sensual hunger.

We both smiled as our eyes met, and I fought off my insecurities as I finished glossing myself up so that I could roll over and put my leg on the other side of him, straddling his narrow waist and feeling the plush cushion of his ample cheeks on the inside of my thighs. I hadn’t even gotten started yet, and I was breathing hard enough to feel lightheaded from the promise of the activity to follow.

Ok, so...how does this work, exactly? I sort of scooted back a few inches and placed my hands, palms down, on the marshmallow softness of his ass. I gave them a squeeze, and kneaded them for a moment as my grip caused the meat of him to blush from my touch. And then I used my thumbs to pry his deep cleft open and take a curious look. Sorry, I’m still kind of fascinated by this whole thing.

Watching internet porn doesn’t really do the real life experience justice. In fact, it’s hard for me to even see how the two could even possibly be related in this moment. To feel him...to grip those tender globes with my bare hands...to feel his body heat beneath me and inhale the sexual aroma of him...it was a flooding of the senses that you simply can’t be prepared for your first time trying it out. Everything about him was intoxicating. Unspeakably so. From the buttercup, heart shaped, bottom beneath me, to the erotic dip in the small of his back as he pressed his hardness into the mattress...waiting for the moment of truth. And when I was finally able to lay my eyes on the tiny opening that he presented to me so freely...I was almost baffled by the supposed strategy that I planned to use to enter such a small orifice. A rose colored muscle, swirled up tight as if there was no hole at all. A virgin entrance that held within it all of the mind-blowing pleasures that I dreamed about, but never thought I’d be able to take advantage of.

Looking at the size of that hole, and the size of me...and I don’t know how I was going to make this work at all. But still...Blake egged me on. Almost impatient as he raised his hips until the spongy tip of my hard shaft touched his hole...making it contract and get even tighter than before. Jesus! Ok...ummm...might as well try, you know?

I lined myself up as best as I could, making sure that I was as slippery as I could be down there, and I had to rach forward to balance myself as I leaned in. Unfortunately, I had to let go of one of his soft, boyish mounds to do so...and it sort of slid back into place and in the way of me seeing what I was doing. So I had to sit back up on my haunches and try again. This time I tried to push a bit harder before leaning forward, but my erection kept bending. As hard as I was, it wasn’t made of actual steel. It sort of pressed against Blake’s tight hole and poked all around it, but any further pressure would cause it to slip off to one side or the other. “Hold on...I’m uhhh...wait, I’ll get it in...” I said.

“Do you need help?” Blake asked, trying to look back over his shoulder.

I didn’t want to admit that. I just told him, “I’ve got it. Give me a second...”

That’s when Blake slid forward a bit and he spread his legs out even wider, getting up on his knees and pressing his face down on the bed as he reached back to hold his bubbled cheeks open for me. “Here...try it now. Does this help?”

I definitely had more room to work with, and having him hold his sexy valley open for me like that, his hole now fully and unashamedly exposed like that, really did make my approach a lot easier. “Yeah. I think so. Oh my god...your ass is amazing.”

He snickered to himself and told me to focus. So I moved forward on my knees, and when I pressed my tip back against his hole again, I was able to grip my shaft with my hand and sort of guide it to the right spot while keeping it from bending. It took some work, but both Blake and I did all we could to help one another out over the next few minutes until...whoah...something relaxed and finally allowed me to enter. I was so surprised that it took my breath away, and we both had to take a few seconds to truly grasp what was happening in that moment. I was, like...inside of him! I mean, only the tip, but still...this was crazy!

Already I felt as though I was about to explode with the biggest climax that I’ve ever had before in my life. But I didn’t want to waste my very first time on a ‘quickie’ if I could help it. After all of those afternoon sessions of bringing myself to the very edge and then prolonging the pleasure by letting it die down before starting up again...I’d like to think that I could at least last a few minutes with the boy of my dreams, right?

I didn’t want to push myself in too deeply like some kind of animal...but I could feel my legs trembling as I inserted myself another half inch or so. Blake whimpered a little bit, and I was like, “You ok?”

“Yeah. Just...go slow. K?” He said.

And I let him adjust for a few minutes before I was compelled to push in just a little bit further. I could feel the erotic stretch of him as he did his best to accept as much of my length into his warmth, his breath heavy against my sheets as he struggled a bit to find some added comfort. Welcoming my intrusion with caution, but with a reckless level of lust still yearning for more.

Suddenly, Blake’s body tensed up, his hole squeezing me with a death grip as he reached back to put a hand on my leg to keep me from going any further. I gasped, hoping that I didn’t hurt him or anything. But...after a few deep breaths, he told me to keep going. And we continued our love making experiment in the same way until I was more than half way into him. His insides were so hot that I nearly broke a sweat from the penetration. I could hear my bedroom windows rattling gently as the winds of the Christmas blizzard crashed against them with a fury...but inside, we had all the heat we would ever need. With me burying myself further and further inside his love, the moist, tender, muscles sucking at my root from all sides as Blake got used to the sensation. And soon...I pushed the rest of the way in, and felt his round cheeks pressing back against my lap. Even while holding him still, his inner tunnel was alive with a full blown rave of activity. It sucked and vibrated and milked me hard as we both worked to catch our breath...and then he moved forward, with me following behind him, to lay flat on his stomach again with me on top of him.

Before making any other moves, I brushed some of his blond hair out of his face to kiss his cheek, his head turned to the side as he whispered, “I love you, Aric...”

“Love you too.” I said, and kissed him again before trying to pull my hips back a bit, feeling his young body doing its best to hold on to the slick and slithery surface of my well lubricated length. Then I kissed his cheek a few more times before pushing back into him again. Slowly. Intimately. Feeling the sensual bump of his beautiful ass as it pressed back against me. Blake sighed as if I had physically pushed the air out of him, and craned his neck back as best as he could to connect his soft lips to mine as I began to rock slowly and enjoy the feel of his body swallowing my shaft again and again with every hump of my hips.

I was doing it. Omigod, I couldn’t believe that I was actually doing it to him. And as his heated treasure clutched to me, I only got more excited. Swiveling my hips as I found the confidence to pick up the pace. It wasn’t like some kind of slam fest full of self gratification and lewd groaning...but a mutual experience that left us both breathless with the levels of young desire that rattled through us, making us dizzy with euphoric feelings of bliss.

I nibbled on the side of Blake’s neck and sucked lovingly at his earlobe as he kept his head turned to the side. I used my elbows to not put all of my weight on his back, and simply allowed my swiveling hips do all of the work. His constricted ring held me tight as I drilled my inches into him with repeated thrusts that caused soft cries of passion to echo off of my bedroom walls. Blake continued to hump the bed, his full cheeks collapsing around my shaft and increasing the pleasure tenfold. And just as I reached down to see if I could get my hand underneath him and take a hold of his stiff member, Blake’s face grimaced and he began to reach the point of no return.

I could feel his snug little virgin hole getting tighter and tighter, his legs stretching out behind him as he began to shiver, and then he scrunched his eyes closed as I took hold of him...his body quaking with lustful tremors as he suddenly burst forth with a major orgasm that rivaled anything that I had seen from him since we’ve been together. Even the first time. His warm tunnel spasmed around me as he writhed and squirmed helplessly beneath me, so sensitive and responsive to my every breath as he did his best to hold himself still and keep as much of me inside of him as he could.

I couldn’t take any more. His body clamped down on me so hard that I didn’t think that it would allow me to even move in and out of him any more without hurting him. It was a total collapse of his inner walls, and just as the stirring began at the base of my balls...beginning with the usual tickle and an increasing freefall sensation of weightlessness...the delirious crash and burn became inevitable. And unrelenting craving for release, almost painful in its tormented need for expression. And I flailed with my last few awkward pumps as those familiar tremors began to pulse and throb within me. Leading to a torrential flood that I had lost all control over, making a quivering mess of me as I desperately held Blake tight in my arms and delivered an epic load into the clutching hole beneath me.

And then...quiet.

Not silence, as we were huffing and puffing and purring with boyish satisfaction. But quiet.

And we felt so weak inside and out to really engage one another with anything more than a few loving kisses before I rolled over to the side and we both lay there in my bed, side by side, trying to full absorb the beauty of the moment. Two bodies becoming one...if only for a few minutes. It was one of the most exquisite feelings that anyone will ever know in life. Like...ever.

From there…Blake and I tongue kissed and caressed and tangled our nude bodies together until the tingles stopped overwhelming us inside. And as the snow continued to cover my windows...we found the energy to do it again that night. And again. Hehehe, and again! To the point where the smoothness of my strokes became second nature to me. The sex just got better every time. And now that we had experienced it for the first time together...the shyness and silly nerves had settled down and ceremoniously pushed aside. I’m not sure how late we stayed up on Christmas night, but we just kept going at it until we had pretty much exhausted all of our ideas about sex...twice. We did it with Blake laying on his back and his ankles wrapped around the small of my back...which was hot. Mostly because I could kiss him full on the lips that way. And we did it again with him on his knees and me standing up behind him. And again with him riding my lap. And again standing up and my arms wrapped around his waist so I could stroke him at the same time. It’s weird how hard it is to work out the coordination to do that...but I think I got the hang of it. Then we did it in the basement. And then in th living room on the couch in the dark with just the Christmas lights and some soft holiday tunes playing in the background. And then in the basement...but not on the pool table. I didn’t want to have to explain any noticeable ‘stains’ on the felt if I could avoid it. And then back to my bedroom. Oh God...Blake and I had SO much sex that night! Hahaha! I’m going to have to air this whole house out by the time my mom and dad come home tomorrow. We even tried to have sex in the shower together...which is not as pleasant and romantic as you might think it would be. It’s just plain weird. I don’t care what the movies and th online stories say...it’s WEIRD!

Unfortunately, exhaustion took over, and Blake and I found ourselves too tired to really go any further with anything. We went to bed, but the sheets were sort of wet, and my arms were so tired that they felt like numb noodles, my legs sharing the same tingles and weak kneed handicap...so we just snatched all of the sheets off of the bed to toss them on the floor, and I got the big fluffy blanket that Blake loved so much out of the living room for us to snuggle under...and set my alarm for extra early so we could wake up before my parents came rushing back.

Sighhhh...if only I could have a few more days with him, you know?

I know that we spent a decent amount of time making out that night, but we practically fainted at one point, and there was no way to keep the power of sleep from putting us in a severe choke hold after all of the physical and emotional battery that we had been through over the past few hours. But we both went out with a smile on our faces. That’s for sure.

That didn’t mean that the next morning wasn’t severely bittersweet, though. I know that we exchanged information and promised to keep in touch and all...but watching Blake get all dressed and bundled up again...packing up his backpack again with all of his stuff to get ready to go back out into the cold...it was one of the most heartbreaking experiences of my life. I was actually getting choked up and misty eyed here.

I got an alert on my phone, and my parents were already on their way. Asking me if I wanted them to pick up something to eat on the way home. The more that reality set in, the more that it hurt. Especially when I saw Blake putting his shoes on and lacing them up tight. “You know...you don’t have to go. I mean, if you don’t want to.” I said. “Maybe I can talk to my mom and dad. We could work something out...”

Blake gave me a heartwarming smile, “That’s sweet, Aric. Honestly, I love you for it. K?”

“Great. Then let’s get a plan together. They’ll be home soon and you can stay here.”

“Heh...it’s not that easy, man.” He said. “If anything, that’s going to end up being a lot more trouble than it’s worth. For both of us.”

Blake kissed me on the lips, and I said, “Dude...tell me what you want me to do. Please?”

“You did more for me this Christmas than anyone ever has before. More than I ever could have expected from anyone else. You’re the gift that I always wanted, Aric. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Seriously.” Then he added, But I have to go. I’ve got a few things to figure out for myself. And while it’s awesome knowing that I’ve got a cutie like you on my side in all this...it’s not enough. Not yet.”

“What else do you need, Blake? Tell me.”

With a sigh, he said, “I need to stop looking out at the storm from behind the safety of a living room window.” He kissed me again, and he said, “I want to go home. I need to talk things out, and maybe find a way to learn how to live my life according to how I love myself...and not according to how somebody else loves me. You know? Just like with you and your grandparents...they’re just going to have to love me for me. And not just the parts that they like.” That’s when he stepped forward and hugged me tight around the neck, both of us holding one another for what felt like the last time...even if it wasn’t. “For what it’s worth, Aric...I’m going to remember this weekend for the rest of my life. Thank you. And Merry Christmas, k?”

I felt a single tear slide down my cheek as I whimpered, “I don’t know if I want to let you go just yet.”

“Me either. But we’ll be here all day if I don’t let go first.” He giggled, his voice a bit shaky as well. “You’ll be around if I decide to call?”

“Always.” I said, holding him even tired.

“Cool.” He said, and he finally loosened his grip on me, taking a step back. “It’s been a real...adventure. Heh...”

“Yeah. It has.” I said, wiping my eyes. “I didn’t even get you anything for Christmas...”

“Are you kidding me? You got me a home for Christmas, Aric. A giant Christmas tree, a pool table, an aquarium full of fish, a few snacks and an iced tea...and a legendary amount of shared orgasms that are going to leave me sore for days to come. Hehehe!” Then, with a soft grin, he put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Not to mention that you got me my very first boyfriend. If you’ll have me, that is.”

“I, most definitely WILL!” I giggled. “Over and over again!”

“I’d like that.” He fidgeted a bit, with me shifting from one foot to another. Both of us too scared to say goodbye. Both of us to shy to beg to stay. And when Blake opened that front door...that ice cold wind rushing in to give me a series of chills that I wouldn’t wish on anybody out there...he gave me one last smile, and a little wave. Then he hiked his backpack further up on his shoulder before going back out into the snow and leaving me there all alone to worry about him until I heard from him again.

My parents came home and smothered me with affection until I had to literally lock myself in my room to get away from them for a while. Nothing in my life seemed to make much sense to me right then. I felt empty. More than that...I felt alone. I spent years of my life without having Blake’s kiss be a part of my good fortune...and now I can’t even enjoy Christmas without having access to it again. I mean...where is he? Did he go back out in the blizzard? Back to the mall? Back home? What’s going on?

It was like a severe ache in the center of my stomach, torturing me to the point where I just wanted to curl up and have the rest of the world fade away for a little while until I knew that Blake was ok. What the hell am I going to do if he’s not? How can I be expected to live with the regret of not fighting harder to keep him right here by my side?

It bothered me. It really did. But then...I got a message...

My heart stopped for a full minute when I saw Blake’s name attached to it, and I was quick to open it up to see if he was ok or if he needed my help. The first text was just a thumbs up. And then he wrote, “Mom freaked out a little bit when I came home, but I think we might be able to talk about this. Dad’s not home yet, and that’s going to be the hard part...but there’s hope. At least, I think there is.”

Smiling to myself, feeling water build up in my eyes, I typed back, “Good to hear. But you’ve always got a place to stay here if you need one. K?”

There was a brief pause, and he typed back, “M’kay.” Then he said, “This is a little bit scary, Aric. No lie.”

“I know.” I told him. “But it’ll be ok. It’s just love. There’s nothing for them to be so damned afraid of.”

“Very true. Very true.” He smiled. “I love you...” He added, and that caused my tears to fall.

“Love you too, Blake. And Merry Christmas.”

“I’ll call you and let you know what happens...” He said, and then he had to go.

But Blake and I have been talking ever since. Apparently his dad is still a bit of an asshole, but not to the point where he would kick his only son out of the house and have him live on the street as an alternative. That was a bit too harsh even for him to deal with. Blake’s mom is a lot more understanding, and so far she’s the only one who knows that Blake and I are, ummm...a package deal. So she’s doing her best to understand and deal with that too.

My parents, on the other hand, love Blake to death. And whenever they’re gone for any length of time, I make sure that Blake and I pick up right where we left off. I never knew that sex could be so HOT! Hehehe! We have to work to not get caught doing it, and we’ve had a couple of close calls since then...but we’re still together. We’re still just as much in love as we were before if not more so. And now that Spring Break is rolling around, we’ll be sure to try all of the sex stuff that we never got around to during last year’s blizzard. That’s for sure.

Basically...miracles really do exist. Especially around Christmas. And I was able to experience one of my own, first hand...so I know what I’m talking about. But, whatever. I got my angel. And Blake got his. Christmas karma works after all. What a world, right?

What a world...