A Christmas Memory (6 page)

He started rocking back and forth, teasing us both. It wasn’t long though before he was raising himself up and down. I could see my rod disappearing into his hot ass. There was no doubt he was enjoying the sensations, the feeling of me inside of him. I watched in awe of his body riding up and down, lost in the joy of sex. It was if I was almost detached, but still able to participate and watch. Voyeur that I was, it fed into my personal fetish. I was more than a little amazed that this big, muscled man had my dick up his ass.

Changing his position slightly, he looked down and saw me watching him. His eyes were glowing, matching the intensity of his movements. He slammed himself onto my hips, and my dick disappeared into him over and over again as he fucked himself. Breaking eye contact, I was able to get a good, close look at his genitals. The man was graciously endowed. The circumcised cock matched its owner perfectly: strong and thick. I had to touch it.

Reaching out, I took it in my hand, feeling the weight of it as I jacked it slowly. He must have been closer than I’d thought because a stream of hot, white liquid shot out of the red, swollen head, striping me across the mouth. Adam yelled, his head thrown back, his ass muscles clenching around my dick, and suddenly I realized my own climax had been closer than I’d known. In staccato fashion, our cocks pulsed, pushing man cream out as our orgasms overtook us.

It took a few moments for us to return to earth, once the after-burn of the rockets had subsided, and our eyes came back into focus. Adam was grinning that big goofy grin at me. Leaning down, he licked his own cum off my mouth, chin and neck, before returning to kiss me, sharing what he had pillaged from my body.

As he rolled off me, he pulled me on top of him, gluing our bodies together again with the coating of cum.

Looking up at me, he grinned and said, “Wow, now
that
was fun.” He actually made me giggle. “What a great way to get woken up.”

I kissed him, savoring our combined tastes, before laying my head on his chest and quickly falling back asleep.

* * * * *

It took less than a second for my head to register the foreign smell as Adam’s. Inhaling, I was able to appreciate the manly aroma, and the scent of fresh man sex that pervaded the sheets. The thought was enough to make my morning erection twitch in response. Stretching, I felt the sting in my ass, a most pleasant pain which reminded me of the most incredibly satisfying sex I’d had in I don’t know how long, if ever.

Rolling over and out of bed, I padded off to the bathroom to relieve my poor bloated bladder. With that taken care of, I smelled fresh coffee. Following my nose, I ended up in the kitchen where Adam was standing nude, mug in hand, watching the morning news on the small TV on the counter. Damn, the man was stunningly beautiful. He had the body of an athlete, strong and powerful. He must have sensed me staring because he turned around. The smile I now looked forward to seeing, split his face.

“Morning,” he said cheerfully. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

“Black, right?” Adam asked, his voice smooth and sexy.

“Yeah, black is perfect.”

Before I could take the mug from his hand, he gave me a kiss that was anything but chaste. Feeling a slight blush rush to my cheeks, I took a seat on the barstool at the small breakfast bar. I didn’t think anything of it until much later, that we were both there, him standing, me sitting, completely naked. It all felt so… natural to me.

I’d had about half of the mug of coffee when Adam gave it a warm-up, taking the opportunity to steal another kiss.

“We need to run by your place and get you some clean clothes,” he informed me. He returned the carafe back to the warming plate before looking at me once more.

Clearing my throat, I answered, “Um…yeah…okay.” I wondered where all this was leading.

“I’ve got a little more Christmas shopping to do,” he said, just before he reached up and stretched. His broad shoulders spread, his arms flexed, and my eyes practically popped out of my head. It was like watching a working piece of art.

Adam looked over at me, his head cocked to one side. The look of confusion cleared as he realized what I’d been doing. That evil grin reappeared, and then he flexed his arm muscles, making me blush again, knowing I’d been busted perving over him. My mouth watered, and my ass tingled as I remembered the night before.

Laughing at me, he walked around behind me, where he hugged me close to his chest.

With his chin resting on the top of my head he said, “This feels so right…you being here like this.” The way he said it, in so quiet a manner, calmly reiterated to me how serious and content he was.

Warmth spread across my chest, giving me pause. It was then I knew that I felt good knowing he was happy. I wasn’t sure how to cope with that, so I shoved it to the back of my mind.
I’ll think about that later.

I finished with my coffee and Adam pulled me down the hall.

“Come on, let’s get a shower.” He turned on the faucet and adjusted the water temp. “Got a lot I want to get done today.”

As he pushed me in, I asked, “Like what?”

“Like I said before, I got some last minute Christmas shopping that I need to do and we gotta pick up a tree!” He spun me around to face him, plastered a quick kiss on me, and then dumped shampoo on my head.

He proceeded to wash me like I was a little kid. I finally gave up protesting and let him have his way. When he was satisfied that I was as squeaky clean as I was going to get, he relinquished the soap at my insistence. Now it was my turn. Starting with his back, I massaged as I went, making sure to taste his butt once more on the way down. Turning him around, I noticed that his dick was elongated, on the verge of an erection.
Let me just help that along.

After I’d washed his legs, cock and balls, I went in for the spit shine. I took as much as I could on the first try. I worked my spit over it, slicking it up, so I’d be able to take a bit more, but there was no way I was going to get that monster all the way down, at least not without some serious practice. I must have been doing something right though, with all the moaning that was coming from him. I paid attention to what got the most reaction, and thus I started to learn what he liked. It seemed he really liked having his balls pulled down tight, combined with the way I jacked and twisted my hand at the base of his dick while bobbing up and down. I let his balls go, watching them draw up tight to his body. With a little soap on my finger, I slid it into his rectum, and that was all it took.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have Blast off.

His hand was on the top of my head as he thrust into me, as the pulsing meat in my mouth delivered his hot, thick cream. The head had swelled, filling me, but I concentrated on locking onto his pulsing cock so as not to miss a single drop, even though that meant swallowing a few times.

Once I knew I had all I was going to get, and his boner softened, I finished washing the rest of Adam’s amazing body. By the time I was done, he had come back down from his post orgasmic bliss. I would have washed his hair, but he was a little tall for me to do a decent job, so I left that to him.

Before getting out of the shower, we kissed like teenagers, holding each other tightly. Looking at me, Adam said, “Wow,” just before he pushed me out of the walk-in shower.

We got to my place, so I could change and pick up some other clothes, at Adam’s insistence. While I pulled a few things together, he noticed all the kitchen gadgets I had in my tiny apartment’s minuscule kitchen.

“You cook?”

“Yeah, I enjoy it, I find it relaxing,” I answered as I rummaged through the closet, looking for my small gym bag. “Although it’s kind of difficult in such a small space, and there’s only me to cook for.”

“At least you can cook.” He scowled. “I can burn water.”

“I’ll cook for you sometime,” I offered.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” He gave me a peck on the lips to seal the deal. “All this talk about food has gotten me hungry. You like Italian?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“There’s this great place close to the mall. They should be open just about the time we get there.” As if his stomach had heard him, it rumbled its agreement, making us both laugh.

He was right. The food was quite good, and I ate more than I should have. I knew I was going to have to watch myself around him, or I’d get fat fast.

Finding a parking space at the mall was problematic, but what could one expect this close to Christmas? Personally, I avoided malls at all costs during the holidays. Since I never actually bought gifts, I had no need to fight the crowds, and was glad of it. Adam, on the other hand, seemed to relish the rush and push of the crowds, as the holiday spirit filled him.

I wouldn’t say he was like a kid, but his enthusiasm was contagious. Even the harried clerks seemed to perk up when he was around, smiling back, picking up on his energy. While he was picking up something at a small sports store, I waited outside, wandering over to a William Sonoma store close by. Of course, I was drooling over all the cool stuff they had. There was this set of pots and pans that I was particularly interested in. It would be a while before I could ever afford anything like that, however.

“What’cha looking at there, handsome?” Adam appeared behind me, purchases in both hands, making me jump.

“Oh, just window shopping is all,” I said, turning to face him. “Get everything you need?”

“Yeah, I got the new NFL jerseys for my nephews. I think they’ll get a kick out of those. Oh, and a football, basketball and soccer ball. That oughta hold ’em for at least one season.” He chuckled.

“How many nephews do you have?”

“Three, all my oldest brother’s kids,” he replied as he turned us around to head off for his next stop. “My middle brother is getting married in the spring, so he’ll be having some of his own soon enough, I assume. It’ll thrill my mother, I’m sure. She’d love to have a little granddaughter to spoil.”

“Nice,” I responded, not knowing what else to say. I’d always imagined having brothers, but of course that never happened.

We were both loaded down with his packages as we made our way back to his truck. After placing everything in the back and making sure it wouldn’t blow out, we left the packed mall.

“Hey, why don’t I cook dinner tonight?” I offered, turning to look at the handsome man driving. “How about I fix a couple of steaks, baked potato and a salad?”

“Damn, that does sound good. It’ll be the first time that kitchen actually gets used.” That huge grin on his face, the one that I used to find so irritating, was now something I looked forward to seeing. “We’ll hit the store on the way home. I have one more stop to make first, and then the tree.”

Not long after that, he pulled into the driveway of a large colonial-style house. This house, like Adam’s, was neat and tidy, a sizeable wreath hanging on the door.

“Come on,” he said, jumping out.

“Where are we?”

“My parents,” he said as he pushed me along the front walk. "Pop’s been dead a few years now, but my brothers and I help Ma out with the place.”

“Wait… your… parents,” I stuttered. I wasn’t sure I was ready to meet the family right now, but it didn’t seem as if I was going to have much of a choice as he kept pushing me towards the stoop.

“Ma…” Adam called out as he charged through the front door, slamming it behind us and towing me along. “Ma…where are you?”

“Lower your voice, Adam, I’m not deaf, you know,” said a slender woman, an apron around her waist, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel as she appeared.

Adam grabbed her into one of his enthusiastic hugs, picking her up off the floor. After a big kiss on her cheek, he set her gently back down.

“Ma, I want you to meet a very good friend of mine,” he said, pulling me forward. “Ma, this is Jonathan Nathaniel Jones. J.J., this is my mother, Mrs. Margret Sutton.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Jonathan Nathaniel Jones,” she said, a smile on her face as she extended her hand. She shook mine before pulling me into a hug, kissing me on both cheeks.

Blushing like crazy, I stammered, “It’s very nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Sutton.”

“Well, come on into the kitchen, I’ve already started baking for Christmas, and I can’t stop now just because you decide to show up, Adam.” The smart-looking woman led the way towards the back of the house into a large kitchen, where a substantial kitchen table dominated a breakfast area. “Have a seat, Jonathan, please.”

“Please, call me J.J. or Jon,” I asked as she set mugs of coffee in front of Adam and me.

“You have a deal, young man, as long as you call me Maggie.” Stopping to look me in the eyes, she smiled that same smile that I now knew so well. Turning to Adam, she said, “While you’re here, would you mind getting that large platter I use for cookies down from that top shelf? I’ll need it for tomorrow.”

“Sure, Ma.” Adam got up to do the chore as he was asked. As he sat back down, Mrs. Sutton placed two rather large pieces of pie in front of us.

“Oh, Ma, is this what I think it is?”

“If you’re asking if that is chocolate pecan pie, then the answer is yes.” Grinning, she turned back to her baking.

“You’re the best, Ma…” he said around a mouthful of pie. “Oh God, this is good.” He looked at me. “This is my favorite pie in the whole world, and Ma makes the best.”