Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 11:45:10 -0600
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Christmas All Year Long by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal)

This story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a young male and
older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should not
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This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Christmas All Year Long
By
Justin Davis


David Bradley pulled the collar of his full-length leather coat even
tighter around his neck as he headed toward the parking garage next to
the Chicago Convention Center.  The annual Christmas Art Auction for
the Society for the Prevention of AIDS had been a huge success again
this year.

This year, it had been David's turn to head up the event, and as was
usual with those that headed up the event, he was the last one out of
the Convention Center, having congratulated all the bidders who had
won and thanked them profusely for their donations.

The cold wind off of the lakefront bit through his heavy coat like a
knife as he hurried toward his car.  Already, the snow flurries were
beginning to fall.  It would be a White Christmas, it seemed,
something David could have cared less about.

"Excuse me, Mister!  You got a buck or two you could lend me?"

David was startled at the question, for the dim-lit figure asking it
had seemed to pop up out of no where as David had approached the
entrance to the parking garage.

"Uh, no!  Really I don't," David replied.

"Okay, that's fine!  That's what they all said coming out of that
place," the kid said, motioning his head toward the convention center
building.  "It's just that the McDonald's down the street will let yah
stay all night if you at least drink coffee.  That way yah can keep
warm."

For a second, David thought about all the moneyed guests who had
attended and realized most of them had lied.  In his case, however, it
was true.  All he had on him were his credit cards.

"Look, I'm really sorry!  All I have on me is my credit cards.  I'll
be happy to take you to a shelter or something," David said, noticing
that as the kid came into the light a bit more he was shivering
somewhat beneath the ragged coat he wore.

"No way!  The cops would be by to collect me up in no time," the teen replied.

"Why's that?" David asked.

"Look, man!  I'm just sixteen.  I hitch hiked here from Ohio three
months ago.  They'll send me back."

"Oh!  I see!  Well, I wish I could help," David said, and turned and
continued to head toward the entrance to the parking garage.

"It's okay, man!  Thanks away!  Have a good Christmas!" the boy
hollered after him.

The teen's words struck David in the pit of the stomach like a fist.
Here he was going home to his expensive condo, where he would be warm
and comfortable, and the kid would probably be out in the cold
shivering all night.  In another hour it would be Christmas Eve.  It
just didn't seem right.  David stopped and turned around and walked
back to where the kid was standing.

"Look, I've got an extra bedroom at my place.  I can put you up for
the night if you want, and tomorrow I have a couple of friends I can
call that work with teens.  Maybe we can find a place for you to stay
for the next few days," David offered.

"Yeah, I guess.  Anything to get out of this cold, man!  I really need
a bath too, if that's okay."

"Yeah, you kinda do," David replied, noticing the dirty smudges on the
kid's face and clothes for the first time.  "So, what's your name?"
David asked.

"Ricky!"

"Well, Ricky, my name's David.  Let's get out of this cold and go to my place."

"Holy shit!  This your car?" the kid asked, when David punched the key
fob and the lights came on on the black Mercedes.

"Yes!  Something wrong?"

"God you must be rich!" the kid exclaimed.

David headed the car out of the parking garage on to the street,
making sure that the heat was turned up to warm up the car as quickly
as possible.

"Look, I'm not trying to be a snob here, but I'm gonna cut down the
heat a bit," David said as they drove toward his high rise.

"I know, I stink", came the glum reply.

"Oh my fucking God! You can see almost the whole city from up here!"
Ricky exclaimed, when he walked in and saw the view from David's
balcony windows.

"Yes.  It's one of the reasons I bought the place," David replied.

"Oh fucking shit!  Oh wow!  I mean it's just fantastic!" Ricky
exclaimed, prompting David to chuckle.

"Well, it's nice for sure!  Now, why don't you let me show you where
the bathroom is, you can take a bath, and I'll fix us something to
eat.  Then, we'll talk about getting you home for Christmas Eve
tomorrow."

"Oh, there ain't gonna be no doing that.  But, the bath sounds nice,"
Ricky said.

"The bath rags and towels are in that cabinet and the shampoo and
other stuff is in that one," David said, pointing out the facilities
to Ricky.

"Holy shit!  I ain't even seen a bathroom like this before!" Ricky exclaimed.

"Well, the bathtub works like any other.  If you push that silver
button there that starts the whirlpool.  You take all the time you
want," David said.  "You can pick which ever of the bathrobes on that
door when you're through.  I'll take care of your clothes while you
bathe.  Just toss um outside the door."

David headed to the kitchen in order to prepare a late night
breakfast, and once he had set out most of the ingredients he headed
back toward the bathroom to pick up Ricky's clothes.  Needless to say,
as David gathered up the pile of discarded clothes they wreaked of
funk and he held them at a distance from him as he headed toward the
laundry room.

Once there, David first checked the pockets of the boy's jeans, which
contained nothing but a small pocket knife and a worn wallet, that was
totally void of anything but a card with a phone number on it.  Then,
he checked the pockets of the shirt and coat, all of which were
totally empty.  There was no need to check the filthy boxers that at
one time had probably been white.

"Wash these my ass!" David mumbled, and promptly bundled them um into
a pile, walked over toward the garbage chute, and dumped them in,
where they were promptly headed for the huge trash bin twenty floors
below.

"Man!  That is some bath tub!" Ricky said later, as he walked toward
the kitchen dressed in the yellow terry cloth bathrobe.

"Yeah!  Very relaxing!  I hope you don't mind scrambled eggs, toast,
and bacon," David said, noticing that the kid's blonde curls didn't
have a dull, dirty, look anymore.

"Man!  I'm so hungry I could eat cardboard," the teen replied, and
plopped himself down onto one of the kitchen chairs, prompting David
to chuckle.

"Well, it won't be cardboard for sure," David said, as he began to
whip up the scrambled egg mixture, noticing for the first time what a
deep blue the kid's eyes were.

Soon, the two were seated at the kitchen table eating, David eating
slowly and watching as the kid wolf down his food like he hadn't eaten
in a week.  Between mouthfuls, for some reason, the kid began to tell
David some of the story as to why he was on the streets.

His stepfather had gotten drunk and beaten him up again and Ricky had
had enough.  It was his mom's third husband, all three of which had
been drunks, including his own dad, and he had had all he could take
of the situation.  He had hitch hiked all the way from Ohio to stay
with an older cousin of his but that had only worked out for a little
while because the guy was heavily in to dealing dope.

He had managed to get a job at a Burger King, but without a place to
stay he had to give it up, for the Youth Shelter would only let you
stay a month before you had to move on.  So, Ricky had turned to
sleeping where he could and doing what odd jobs he could find and
panhandling.

"Uh, if you're not gonna eat that last piece of toast I'd like to have
it," Ricky said, taking a break in his story.

"Sure!  I'll fix some more eggs if you want."

"Nah!  The toast is okay," Ricky said, reaching for the lone piece.

"Well, I can't imagine how bad it must be.  Don't you have any
relatives you could stay with?" David asked.

"Nah, not really.  My mom's sister is a dope addict and her husband is
a drunk," Ricky replied, then bit into the piece of toast.

"Well, I didn't mean to pry, but when I was checking the pockets of
your clothes I noticed you had a card in your wallet with a phone
number.  Is that somebody you could stay with?" David asked.

"Uh, not really.  That's Tommy's number."

"Whose Tommy?" David asked.

"My boy friend."

"Oh!  I see."

"Well, used to be boy friend I guess!  I ain't talked to him in
months," Ricky said.

"So, you're gay, then?" David asked.

"Yeah, same as you," Ricky responded.

"Oh, I didn't know it was that noticeable," David said, somewhat sarcastically.

"Us guys know.  I don't have to tell yah that."

"Yeah, the old "Gaydar" thing," David commented.

"Yeah, what ever you call it.  So, you think my clothes are about dry
by now?" Ricky asked, prompting David to clear his throat.

"Well, actually, your clothes are about twenty floors down right now."

"Huh?"

"I threw them down the trash chute," David said.

"Oh man!  Those are the only clothes I got!  Why'd you do that?"

"They were beyond cleaning.  I'll take care of it tomorrow.  I have
some pajamas you can wear tonight, although they might be a little
big.  Tomorrow we'll get you some clothes."

"Don't worry about the pajamas.  I sleep naked."

"Well, whatever you like." David said, momentarily feeling guilty
about wondering what the kid looked like naked.

"So, what about you?" Ricky asked.

"Wadda yah mean?"

"Well, I've told a bunch about me.  What about you?" Ricky asked.

"Well, not much really.  I work for one of the largest brokerage firms
in Chicago.  I bought the condo four years ago.  My work is pretty
much it," David said.

"You got a boy friend?"

"Uh, no!  That's been some time ago.  I don't have very good memories
of that so I don't talk about it much."

"Well, I could pretty much tell you were a loner just by looking around here."

"Oh, how's that?" David asked.

"Well, for one thing, no Christmas tree."

"Uh, well I don't decorate just for me.  I do have some friends I
usually eat Christmas Dinner with and exchange gifts and they decorate
enough for the entire city," David replied, and chuckled.

"Well, if it was me I'd still put up a tree," Ricky said.

"Look, it's getting late.  I suggest we hit the bed and get some
sleep," David said, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I am kinda tired," Ricky replied.  "By the way, I wasn't really
telling you everything awhile ago."

"Oh?"

"Yeah!  One of the ways I was earning money was hustling guys.  I was
gonna hit on you but changed my mind and just decided to ask for a
couple of bucks."

"I see.  Well, I'm glad you did," David said.

"Yeah, me too!" the boy replied.

For awhile, David tossed and turned thinking about the kid that now
occupied his guest bedroom.  Physically, Ricky reminded him so much of
Ronnie Freeman, his high school crush and first boy friend.  For most
of their senior year David and Ronnie had been lovers.  Then, Ronnie
had quickly taken up with an older boy even more gorgeous than himself
and dropped David like a hot brick.

Needless to say, David was hurt terribly and had cried buckets of
tears over it, vowing never to fall in love again.  Of course, that
was not the case when he first laid eyes on one Danny Wilson.  Tall,
good looking, coal black hair and green eyes, David had been smitten
instantly.  Yet, after living together for two years, while they were
at college, David had come home and found Danny in bed with a young
high school kid.  Needless to say, the relationship ended on the spot.
 Nor had David's last relationship ended well.

David and Jared had lived together for eight years.  They had met
shortly after David had gone to work for the brokerage firm and had
moved in together soon after that.  From all appearances, it was a
perfect match and things went wonderfully well.  They seemed to be the
perfect couple.

It had been Christmas Eve, three years ago, when Jared had dropped the
bombshell on David, telling him he no longer loved him and informing
him that he had been having an affair with another man for almost a
year.  Of course, David was devastated!  In fact, to a degree he still
was.  Although he didn't tell Ricky, it was one of the reasons he
never decorated at Christmas anymore.

Ricky was still asleep when David awoke the next morning.  So, he
decided he'd fix some French Toast for breakfast while the teen was
still asleep.  It was as he was mixing up the batter that Ricky
appeared in the kitchen doorway dressed in a pair of David's blue
boxers.

"I hope you don't mind but I borrowed a pair of shorts from yah,"
Ricky said, his left arm resting on the door jam.

"Uh, sure!" David replied, trying not to stare too hard or too long at
the kid, for he was perfect.

Ricky's dark brown nipples were the size of quarters.  His upper torso
funneled down and etched into his hips.  His abs were ripped, and the
thin, blonde, "treasure trail" that led from his navel downward only
made the entire package unbelievably beautiful.  Quickly, David had
averted his eyes.

"What's for breakfast?" Ricky asked.

"Uh, French Toast, I hope you like it."

"Yeah, sounds okay."

"Uh, it'll be a little bit so if you want to go shave or something.
There's stuff in the bathroom," David said, prompting Ricky to
chuckle.

"I only have to do that about once a month, if that.  I don't have
much hair on me.  It's the Indian blood in me."

"Oh, I see," David replied, glancing toward the doorway and noticing
that indeed there was very little hair in the pit of Ricky's upraised
arm that rested on the door jam, then he quickly averted his eyes
again.  "Well, feel free to watch the television or whatever." David
said.

"Uh, why you trying to get rid of me?" Ricky asked.

"Uh, I'm not trying to get rid of you," David replied, as he began to
whisk the batter.

"Yeah you are!  You're getting hot and bothered with me standing here
aren't yah? Ricky said, and snickered.

"Uh, no!  It's just that you have to concentrate when making this stuff."

"Yeah right! How about this then?" Ricky asked, and quickly shucked
off the boxers and folded his arms across his chest.

"Holy shit!" David exclaimed, and quickly turned his head, however,
not before he had gotten a glance of the kid's at least four-inch,
flaccid, circumcised penis, almost plum-sized balls, and tuft of
blonde pubes.  "You need to put the shorts back on!" David said.

"Why?  You do like what you see don't you?" Ricky asked.

"You're very beautiful!  Now, please put the shorts back on," David
said, still not looking at the kid.

"Okay!" Ricky replied, and chuckled as he stepped back into the boxers
and pulled them up.

Not much was said over breakfast, for every time David would look at
Ricky he would smile and his blue eyes would stare clear down into
David's soul.  There was absolutely no way David could let himself
fall for the kid.  He was only sixteen for Christ's sake!  Yet, David
could feel it beginning to happen.  He needed to get the kid help
right away and get him out of his life pronto.

"Look, after I get cleaned up I'm gonna be gone shopping most of the
day.  You can watch television and if you see a movie you like in my
collection you can pop it in the VCR. There's plenty of stuff to eat
in the fridge so just make yourself at home," David said as he was
putting the dishes away in the sink.

"Yeah, that sounds okay.  You think you might get a tree while you're
out?" Ricky asked.

"Well, I already have one.  It's in a box in the back storage closet
along with the other boxes of Christmas stuff."

"You mind if I put it up?" Ricky asked.

"Uh, I guess you can if you want."

"Cool!" Ricky responded, and smiled.

While he was out shopping, David tried to contact the two friends he
knew that might help find Ricky a place to stay after Christmas.
Unfortunately, Martin, his social worker friend, had left a message on
his answering machine that he had gone to New York City to spend
Christmas with his folks and wouldn't be back for two weeks.  And
Darrell, his priest friend, had left a message on his answering
machine saying that he had gone to South Texas to do mission work over
the holidays and wouldn't be back until after New Year's.  So, for the
time being, at least, it looked as though Ricky was going to be
spending considerable more time with David than he had planned on.

For some reason, he didn't know why, as David shopped for clothes for
Ricky he got into the Christmas spirit for the first time in a long
time.  After all, if the kid was putting up the Christmas Tree it
needed presents to go under it.  So, David bought presents for the
kid.  Way too many presents!

"Holy crap!  What's all that stuff!" Ricky exclaimed, as David entered
the condo loaded down with shopping bags.

"Just some things!  Nice job!" David said, looking at the fiber optic
tree upon which Ricky, still dressed in the pair of boxer shorts, was
hanging ornaments.

"Thanks! Uh, some guy called while you were out," Ricky said.

"Oh?  Who?"

"A guy named Martin."

"Oh!  He must have checked the messages on his answering machine.  I
wonder why he didn't call me on my cell?  Well, I know what it's about
and it's not important now anyway."

As Ricky continued to hang ornaments on the tree, David began to
unload the shopping bags and place the wrapped presents under the
tree, then helped Ricky hang the rest of the ornaments.

"Wow!  It looks nice!" Ricky said, standing back to admire his work.

"Yes, it does.  Very nice!" David replied, feeling like it was really
Christmas for the first time in years.

By the time the boxes for the tree and ornaments had all been put away
it was already getting dark and David began to prepare dinner.  Ricky,
on the other hand, sat on the couch in the living room just staring at
the tree.  It was when David eventually went to ask him if he wanted
milk or tea to drink that he noticed the tears running down Ricky's
cheeks.

"Oh my God!  What's wrong?" David asked.

"Nothing!  Just thinking about stuff.  That's all," Ricky replied, and
wiped the tears off of his cheeks with his hand.

"Hey!  Christmas is a time to be happy, not sad!" David said, sitting
down beside him upon the couch.

"It's just that--that--Oh God David I'm so scared!" Ricky exclaimed,
and wrapped his arms around David and started sobbing like a scared
little kid.

Of course, David was stunned.  It was the first time that Ricky had
called him by his first name and he was obviously terribly upset about
something.  There was nothing for David to do but put his arms around
him and hold him tight.

"Now!  Now!  It's going to be okay!" David said.

"Oh, David!  It's just awful!  I can't go back home!  I just can't go
back out on the street again!  Nobody wants me!  Oh God!" Ricky
sobbed.

"Look, it's all going to be okay.  Let's be happy and think about
Christmas right now.  We'll work it all out I promise," David said,
and hugged Ricky tighter.

Neither David or Ricky ate much dinner that night and at ten both were
in bed, Ricky wondering what he was going to do after Christmas and
David worrying about how to help the boy.

It was sometime in the early hours of the morning that David sensed
someone else in the bedroom and awakened.

"David, can I sleep with you please?" Ricky asked.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," David replied.

"Please!  I can't sleep."

"Okay, I guess," David said, giving in to the teen.

Soon, Ricky's naked body was in the bed and snuggled up against
David's back, and all kinds of thoughts raced through David's mind,
for David slept naked as well and it was the first time in three years
that he had felt naked flesh against his own.

"Thank you, David." Ricky said, as he put his left arm over David's
side and cuddled up to him much like he was a Teddy Bear.

"You're welcome.  Now, let's just both go to sleep," David said,
ashamed that his cock was now in a semi-flaccid state.

It was one of those vivid dreams.  So vivid that the sex seemed real.
So real that it startled David awake.  From the sunshine streaming in
through the bedroom window it was obviously morning.  And, just as
obviously Ricky was gone.

Figuring that Ricky had eventually gone back to his own bed, David got
out of bed, put on his terry cloth bathrobe, and headed toward the
kitchen to make some coffee.  It was when he entered the living room
on the way to the kitchen that he came to a dead stop, his mouth
agape.

"Merry Christmas!  I was wondering when you were gonna get up," Ricky
said, siting cross-legged in front of the Christmas tree dressed only
in a Santa hat and a big red bow around his neck.

"Holy crap!  You need to put some clothes on!" David exclaimed,
recognizing the Santa hat as the one that Jared used to wear on
Christmas Day.

"Not just yet!  I noticed that there's nothing under the tree with
your name on it.  All the packages have mine on um.  Well, all except
one."

"Uh which one?" David asked.

"This one," Ricky replied, showing the label attached to his wrist by a string.

"Look, that's not even something we need to joke about.  Now, you look
cute like that but you need to put some clothes on."

"Cute enough for a present?" Ricky asked.

"Of course!  If I were your age I would have thought Santa Claus had
answered my prayers," David said, and chuckled.

"Oh!  I see!  It's the age thing."

"Ricky, I'm old enough to be your father."

"Yeah, if you had been twenty-two when I was born," Ricky replied, and chuckled.

"Come on!  Open your present!"  Undo the bow!" Ricky said, holding out
his hands toward David.

"I can't, Ricky!  It's not right!"

"Do you want to?" Ricky asked.

:"Yes," David replied softly.

"Then, it's right!  Come on!" Ricky said.

Not wanting to, but really wanting to, David got down onto the floor
and reached for the bow, looking into Ricky's eyes as he did so.
Instantly, their mouths met and hungry tongues were trying to probe
the backs of mouths.

There wasn't an inch of each other's bodies they didn't taste as they
rolled upon the carpeted floor in front of the Christmas Tree.  They
sixty-nined, slurping on each other's adult-sized tools, they sucked
nipples and ears.

"I want you in me," Ricky announced, grabbing hold of David's cock.

"You sure?" David asked.

"Yes!" Ricky replied, and he was soon crying out at the entry of
David's cock into his bum, and then moaning and groaning as David
plowed his bottom, his legs bouncing up and down on David's back as he
did so.

For most of the day, the presents went unopened.  Sperm was what they
both had in their tummy for Christmas Dinner that day.  Like two
schoolboys who had just discovered sex, they sucked, licked, and ate
asshole; all over the bed and then back on the living room floor once
again.  Each trying to show the other, it seemed, how much they knew,
and Ricky knew way more about sex than his sixteen years might
indicate.

"Oh my God!  We gotta stop!" David said breathlessly, after Ricky had
drained his balls again with a fantastic suck job.

"You're gettin tired, huh?" Ricky asked.

"Yeah!  A bit!" David replied, prompting Ricky to chuckle and lay down
upon David's body.

"I'm sorry!  I just wanted to show you I know way more than you thought I did."

"Oh yeah!  That's a given!" David replied, prompting Ricky to chuckle
again.  "You know you haven't opened presents yet," David then said.

"I think I have the one I really want," Ricky replied.

"What's that?" David asked.

"You gonna send me away after Christmas?" Ricky asked.

"No!" David said.

"You gonna let me stay with you?" Ricky asked.

"For as long as you want," David replied.

"Then, I should show you my thanks," Ricky said, and went back down
toward David's cock.

"Oh God!  I can't go again!" David exclaimed.

"Oh yeah you can!  Just watch!" Ricky said, and slurped David's cock
into his mouth, prompting a gasp from his older lover.

True to his word, Ricky was allowed to live with David for as long as
he wanted, which was forever as far as the two of them were concerned.
 David had his lawyer friend draw up the papers and Ricky's mom was
happy to sign them and accept the $50,000 check.  David became Ricky's
official guardian.

Every year, at Christmas, for awhile, they re-enacted the scene at the
parking garage and every since they quit doing that they still make
love Christmas morning under the Christmas tree.

Ricky eventually graduated from the University of Chicago with a
degree in economics and finance and went to work for the same firm as
David. Even those that aren't into the gay scene around the office
remark at what a perfect couple they make.

"David, it's been ten years.  Don't you think we ought to take down
the Christmas Tree this year"?  Ricky asked, as Christmas Eve 2006
arrived and they sat on the couch together looking at the tree and
holding each other.

"No!  I think it should stay up all year long with the Santa hat, the
package tag, and the bow under it as always. It'll make us both
remember."

"You saved me, you know!" Ricky said.

"Hell!  You saved me!" David replied, and leaned over and kissed Ricky.

Naturally, since then the tree is up all year long, and the Santa hat,
package tag, and bow are prominently displayed under it, neither Ricky
nor David ever forgetting their first Christmas together.  Or, how
since then, for the two of them, it has been Christmas all year long!

The End

Merry Christmas to All of You and Many More to Come!

JD