Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2016 19:13:25 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Come Christmas Steve Chapter 43

Come Christmas Steve

Chapter 43 Conclusion

A Future as Bright as the Christmas Star

The following week flew by. We did, in fact, secure the sale on two of our
three appointments in Columbus. Dad was ecstatic. Combining those with our
other orders, we were now as busy as his small shop would allow. The
business, under Whittaker's management, was already surpassing anything Dad
had imagined for it. Plans were coming along for the production facility,
and Whittaker was now focusing his attention on the construction and on
securing future orders to fill the additional capacity that the new
facility would allow. We worked together in arranging meetings and sales
pitches.  Whittaker secured a meeting in late January with John Deere. That
could be a total game changer.

I helped as much as I could with the wedding preparations. Mom even let
Billy and me pitch in and help with baking miniature pies and freezing
them. I got really good at rolling out the dough and scalloping the edges
of the crust around the small foil pans. I was in charge of the cherry
pies, and Billy did the apple. Todd pitched in, too, when the ranch chores
were done each day, as long as he didn't have a job interview. He was
working hard at finding a job and getting out on his own. On the Saturday
before the big event, everyone pitched in, gathering up decorations that
were being borrowed, washing and ironing tablecloths and runners in the
chosen colors.

Todd was in charge of tying ribbons around the thank-you notes. "Why are we
making so many of these?" he asked. "I thought it was going to be a small
group."

"Have you even read one of them?" Whittaker asked.

"No," he replied. "Oh, my God!" Todd looked up. "How did I not know about
this?"

"You haven't been around much. You've been out looking for jobs as soon as
you finish chores most days, and you go to bed early."

"Well, I get up early. For my last meal here when I'm able to move out, I
want to have fried rooster. That stupid bird goes off so freaking
early. I'll take care of the strangling for it."

"That's ranch life," I told him with a laugh.

"So, this is going to be a double ceremony?" Todd asked rhetorically.

"That's right," Mom said. "So, we'll have quite a crowd. Many of the family
are coming and quite a few from the congregation. This is turning into
quite the affair." She was always excited to put on an event, but I wasn't
too sure how excited she was about the second ceremony. Outwardly, she
never said or implied anything; but I could see beneath the surface, and I
knew she was worried about it. I think I know Mom better than any of my
brothers. None of my siblings, however, was surprised to know that there
would be two ceremonies instead of one.

Naturally, Cheyenne and her son, Steven, were there helping, and so was
Jaime. Shawna wasn't arriving until the morning of the ceremony. I was glad
of that. She was no longer a threat, but I still felt better about her not
hanging around for several days.

I'd done all my Christmas shopping. I'd bought wedding presents, and I'd
spent lots of time thinking about what I'd say at the breakfast on the
morning of the ceremony. I was going to have to speak in front of the
extended family who would be in attendance. It would be uncomfortable for
me. I wanted to make sure I didn't say anything that might be interpreted
wrong. I'd run my speech past Whittaker, and he had given me numerous good
suggestions.

At last, the big day arrived. I was both excited and nervous. I dressed in
my rented black tuxedo with the gold vest and maroon tie. Those were the
chosen colors. We had been up late the night before decorating the rented
clubhouse where the event would take place. The ceremony would have been
held in the church if the chapel had been finished, but the clubhouse was a
better venue than the Elks Lodge.

We had rows of chairs with maroon chair-back covers laid over the
backrests. A table in the back of the room had two sign-in books, one for
each couple. They were set on a maroon tablecloth with a vase full of
beautiful flowers and sprigs of decorative items spray painted in gold. A
picture of each happy couple was next to the appropriate book.

The family and closest friends gathered at ten o'clock for breakfast. Dad
and I gave our speeches, and I have to say that I did a pretty good job
with it. We had the obligatory toasts, and Tom and Karl both led one of
those. We all looked pretty sharp in our matching tuxedos. It was turning
out to be quite a beautiful affair - one that everyone would be able to
look back on with great satisfaction.

At noon, we headed to the clubhouse and took lots of pictures. People
started to arrive, and we took our places. Little Steven had already warmed
up to big Steve and was tugging at Steve's pant leg to be picked up and
held as often as possible. It warmed my heart to see the comfortable bond
between them. Life was falling into place. I knew when I saw father and son
together, that things were as they were intended to be. I felt better about
everything that was happening once the paternity results confirmed that
Steve really was the father. I had little question, though, since the
resemblance is there when you know to look for it.

As for me, I just had to trust in God and accept that things didn't always
turn out as you expect them to.  I was nervous about the decision I'd made
about Whittaker. Even though it was certain to be a life- altering decision
for me and for him, I felt like it was the right thing to do.

Finally, everyone who had been invited was in place for the
ceremony. Pastor Nichols was smiling and jovial. He was excited to perform
the ceremonies. The wedding march was played while both couples made their
way up the aisle, for which everyone stood. It was decided that no one
would give anyone away, considering the dynamics of the two couples. Each
couple just walked in together, hand in hand.  Once in place, Pastor
Nichols addressed the assembly and asked everyone to be seated. Then, he
shared some marriage advice.

"I've heard it said that couples should never go to bed angry with each
other. That sounds like a sure recipe for sleep deprivation, if you ask
me." Everyone laughed. He continued, "I have found that when my wife and I
disagree, it is best to take a break from the discussion at some point to
allow it to simmer down, much like a boiling pot when the heat is turned
down. Otherwise, you risk matters boiling over and saying things you can't
easily put back into the pot. Even if that time out lasts an entire day,
when you come back to address the issue again, make sure that you used your
timeout period to evaluate and understand your companion's
perspective. Share your feelings with each other; ask for help to
understand your partner's feelings, and then come to a fair and inclusive
solution together. And if the issue isn't that big of a deal, just concede
it. You don't have to be right at the expense of hurt feelings between you
and your life partner."

I thought that was grand advice. He went on to share other good advice and
I absorbed every word. I had such great respect for him. In closing, he
made the remark, "Remember that however much you think you love your
partner today, it is but a small measure of how much you will truly love
them decades from now. Love is not an event, it is a journey."

I was startled. It was the same thing the old man in the hospital had
said. I wondered if Steve had told that to the Pastor, yet somehow, I
doubted it. I felt like that was a solid truth which emboldened me in my
decision about Whittaker.

"All right, enough advice that you'll mostly forget anyway. Let's get on
with what we all showed up here for today."

I felt the excitement rise. There was a shuffling noise toward the back and
for whatever reason, I turned to look. A world-worn woman had come in late,
and several people in one of the back rows slid over to make room for her
to sit. She had mousy brown hair. Her face was worn and ruddy. The
roughness of her life was etched in her face, and she looked prematurely
aged.

Pastor Nichols brought my attention back. Turning to Steve and Cheyenne, he
said, "Steven Fahrenheit, do you take Cheyenne to be your lawful wedded
wife?" Cheyenne had opted not to use a last name. "To have and to hold, in
sickness and in health? Will you give your sacred bond to stand with her
through times of joy and times of sorrow? To protect and honor her and to
devote yourself fully to her throughout your natural lives?"

Steve smiled at Cheyenne and said, "I do!"

Turning to Cheyenne, he administered the same oath to her. She smiled and
said, "I do!" Pastor Nichols then pronounced them man and wife and invited
them to kiss. When the clapping and cheering died down, he turned away from
the newlyweds and smiled. Whittaker slipped his hand into mine and
whispered, "Are you doing okay?" I nodded that I was doing fine.

Then, Pastor Nichols began again, "William Steele, do you take Jaime
Mathers to be your lawfully wedded wife?" I phased out the rest of the oath
and reflected back on the day I'd found the menstrual cycle research on
Billy's phone. Once it was announced that Billy and Jaime would be joining
Steve and Cheyenne for a double wedding ceremony, I'd pinned him down to
find out how it had happened. He'd forgotten to get condoms one week and
talked Jaime into doing it anyway - just once. I wondered how many times
that little two word phrase had irreversibly altered human lives. I'll go
without a helmet. I'll just try heroin. I'll cheat on my partner. JUST
ONCE. At least they were truly in love with each other, and they had our
family for support. I felt pretty sure the marriage would make it in spite
of their young age.

Whittaker and I continued to hold hands throughout the ceremony sitting
beside each other in the second row, which was reserved for
family. Whittaker was like family. I was growing more and more nervous over
the conversation I was planning on having with him after everything was
over with. I'd purposely driven separately so that I could hang back with
him and be the last ones to leave. I didn't want anyone else around when I
spoke to him. Even though I felt like what I was planning was the right
thing to do, I still had anxiety over it. I just kept coming back to that
ominous word, "Trust." Whenever I thought about what I had planned for that
evening, I felt the same peace I'd felt in the jail as I made my difficult
decision there.

After the ceremonies, we moved the chairs around to the outside walls for
the party. We converted the room to a reception hall, setting up tables and
roping off a dance floor area. I saw the ragged woman, who had arrived
late, slip away. I made my way through the chattering crowd to the guest
book. I looked at the last entry, All it said was, "Mary."

I angled my way back upstream to reach Steve and told him that he needed to
come see it. He pulled himself away and followed in my wake. "Do you
think?" he asked. "Could it really have been?"

"Who else?" I asked.

"Why would she leave?" he painfully asked.

"Look," I said. I bet that card in the basket is from her. Look at the
handwriting."

Steve pulled the card out and paused a moment. He handed little Steven over
to me and tore it open. It was a simple card wishing a life full of
happiness to the newlyweds. Steve opened the card and read it.

"My deer sweet boy,

I am rilly happy for you. I hope you have a wonder full life with lots of
love.

You are the only good thing I ever done. My life is wurth it now. I want
you to know I only let you go becuz I had to. I wanted you to have a safe
life. I know you had it hard like me, but now you can do better. I luv
you. Be a good dad.

I dont want to embrass you or coz you trubles so I wont bother you. I just
had to see your weding.

I luv you

Your Mom"

Steve was crying. He stuffed the card in my hand and rushed outside in
hopes of finding her. Shortly afterward, he rushed back in and borrowed my
truck keys. Cheyenne saw him leave and came over to me, gravely
concerned. "What's going on?" she asked uncertainly.

 I showed her the card, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was
ready for the party, and many guests were already there. Cheyenne gave
assurances that Steve would be back soon, although she had no idea how long
he'd be gone. As the food began being served, Steve paraded back into the
reception hall, escorting his mother, Mary. She shrank backwards from the
crowd. He took her directly to Cheyenne and introduced her; then he
introduced his mother to her grandson, Little Steven.

I wondered if this would be one of the first tests of their brand new
marriage, having this obviously troubled woman interrupt their
lives. Sometimes, it seemed to me, a better thing to let some people slip
out of your life for a greater good.

The party was great. We ate and danced. Relatives and neighbors and church
members chatted and reminisced. The newlyweds looked radiant and truly
happy. During a slow dance, I tapped Whittaker's arm. "Do me a favor," I
requested.

"What?"

"Go cut in on Steve and Cheyenne."

"Why?"

"Just do it, all right?"

"All right. You have something devious in mind; I can tell by the look in
your eye," Whittaker suggested.

"Maybe. Do it."

Whittaker did what I asked, and I was right behind him. As Whittaker tapped
Steve on the shoulder, I acted like I was about to do the same thing. Steve
relented and passed Cheyenne over to Whittaker.  That left Steve and I
standing awkwardly on the dance floor, just like I planned it. I shrugged
and offered my hands to him. He laughed and took me in his arms and we
began to dance together. Everyone laughed. We both blushed, but I didn't
really care.

"I'm so happy for you, Steve," I told him.

"That means everything to me," he responded.

"I have something I want to tell you," I said. Then I laid out what I was
planning on telling Whittaker later that night. I wanted to know his
reaction to it. He stopped mid-step and looked in awed surprise at me.

He started dancing again and responded, "I have learned not to question
your intuition. If you're sure that's what you want, then do it. I just
hope you're not making a rash decision, because of all that's happened
recently."

"I feel like it's the right thing to do, even though it's impossible to be
sure that I won't regret it someday."

The song ended. We separated. Then, we hugged each other. Steve took
Cheyenne by the hand and walked permanently out of my dreams. Whittaker and
I grabbed some pies and a scoop of vanilla ice cream and went to sit with
my brothers, Tom and Karl. Todd and Karl's wife were also at the
table. Little Steven was running around having a grand time with a couple
of my young cousins.

Colt was there with his mother and little brother, Sammy. Scott's family
also came and it was nice to see Colt and Scott talking and laughing
together. They were up on the dance floor in a circle of other young teens
chatting happily. Occasionally, on a fast song, they would take turns
busting out a dance move here and there. I noticed that Scott was a pretty
good dancer. There was a noticeable spark between Colt and Scott. I made my
way over to where Colt's mom was getting another cup of punch for his
little brother. "How's it going?" I asked.

She turned and then smiled. "Good. Thanks for asking."

"It looks like Colt and Scott are friends again," I commented. I was hoping
she would fill me in.

"Yes. Scott's parents came over, and we all talked about it. Scott was as
miserable without Colt, as Colt had been without Scott. We all agreed they
could be friends as long as they promised to avoid any sexual interaction
until they're at least sixteen and mature enough to make good
decisions. They both promised. I think they were glad to promise it. It has
been a good thing for Colt. I need Scott's father's influence in Colt's
life with Brahma gone. They're helping us out for Christmas. They are
really wonderful people. They're blessing our lives in so many ways. Pastor
Nichols helped us find affordable counseling for Colt and that is really
making a positive difference as well. I think he'll be all right. He's a
tough kid."

"What's going on with your husband?" I asked.

"You didn't hear?" she asked.

"No."

"He chose to take his life. He couldn't deal with it any longer. He'd been
abused for years by someone in his neighborhood growing up - a family
friend. He'd been living his secret life with Reverend Lewis for many
years, and it was just too overwhelming for him to be outed as he was. He
was depressed, and I think being alone for the holidays pushed him past the
breaking point."

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I asked. "Can I do anything?"

"No. I'm fine. It's hard, of course. The hardest thing is the boys. We'll
get through it. That's what you have to do in life. Am I right?" She
sounded so forlorn, nearly empty. I understood that feeling when you'd done
all the grieving one could and there was just nothing left but the empty
jar.

"Right," I answered. I wanted to say more, but I wasn't sure what to say. I
was rescued by the little guy, Sammy, needing to use the bathroom. For a
panicked moment, I thought she was going to ask me to take him. Instead,
she waved Colt over. Colt saw me talking to his mom and rushed over.

"Shane, hi." He stopped short of hugging me, although I felt like he wanted
to.

"Hey, dude," I said, extending my knuckles. "You doing okay?"

He bumped knuckles and answered, "Yeah, I'm okay."

"That's good man. I'm glad."

His mom interrupted to instruct Colt to take Sammy to the bathroom and I
excused myself.

When the cake was cut and things were winding down, the brides removed
their garters, and all the eligible bachelors formed a group. Whittaker,
being so tall, easily snagged one of them. He turned and dangled it in my
face with a smirk. I shook my head and blushed. That was a bit awkward in
front of everyone.

When they tossed their bouquets over their shoulders to the eligible
bachelorettes, Shawna caught Jaime's. Whittaker clapped and cheered for
her. Of course, the photographer had to have a picture of the two of them
holding up their treasures. I studied Whittaker's face as he put his arm
around her, and I felt some renewed anxiety. The happy couples disappeared
out the back door. We weren't allowed to throw rice in the clubhouse, so we
all simply clapped and cheered. We changed clothes and started cleaning
up. Sometime around midnight, we were finished.

"Ready to go?" Dad asked me.

"Whittaker and I are going to take a little time to talk before heading
home. I'll drop Whittaker off at his new apartment before coming
back. Don't wait up," I said.

"Fine. Drive safely," he encouraged.

"I will. Love you, Dad."

"Love you, too. Both of you," he added.

I realized that Dad did love Whittaker: Not like a son, but he certainly
loved him for who he was and what he'd done for me and for the business and
for the family in general.

When everyone was gone and the clubhouse was locked, Whittaker and I walked
along the deck to the back of the clubhouse by the pond. The moon was full
and shone off the fresh coat of snow covering the small meadow. We'd taken
our jackets and ties off and donned our heavy parkas and knit caps. I fired
up one of the silver outdoor heaters and we sat next to it on a bench,
staring into the night sky. I pondered how to start. I'd rehearsed this
speech even more times than the one I'd given at the wedding breakfast.  I
took Whittaker by the hand. I felt a slight trembling. He was anxious over
why I'd asked him to hang back. As we sat there in silence, waiting for me
to gather the courage to say what I had planned, there was movement in the
brush. I'd almost decided to chicken out and leave before saying what I'd
planned, when we heard the noise.

Three bull elk stepped into the clearing. They were cautious, tenuously
stretching their necks and checking for scents of danger. Slowly, they made
their way to the pond. They drank from it and then grazed on exposed
grasses near the shoreline. One of the bulls stayed a bit aloof from the
other two.  While they were grazing, a cow and a small spike bull
emerged. They stared cautiously at the bulls for a bit. Then, they ambled
their way to the pond for a drink.

The cow didn't graze, but stared intently at one of the bulls. The bull
left his companion and stepped toward the cow. They communicated in their
silent way that animals seem capable of and then walked back into the brush
side by side with the spike bull trailing behind. The bull who had been
standing off to the side stepped cautiously towards the remaining bull. The
abandoned bull stepped back from the approach, then he stopped and stared
for a while before grazing again. The other bull stepped forward and tapped
the horns of the one who had been abandoned for the cow. He tapped back and
they playfully tussled, horn to horn for a bit. The two grazed together a
short while longer, then spooked by something unseen, they rushed off into
the cover of the brush side by side.

"That was awesome." Whittaker said.

"I know. I love elk. They are so majestic."  I took Whittaker's hand and
stared into his eyes. "I need to talk to you."

"Okay," he said.

"Since we had sex last week and you told me that you loved me, I've thought
about it over and over. It's been almost all I've thought about. The more
I've thought about it, the more I've come to realize that I want to give it
a try together. I've recognized that I love you and that I could never find
someone as wonderful as you, even if I looked another fifty years. So, I
have something for you," I said, "If you're still interested in being with
me, that is."

I knelt in front of him and pulled a small velvet box from my pocket. I
held it out and opened it. "These are promise rings. One for each of us to
wear. I want them to represent a promise to each other to be exclusive
while we figure out if we can make it as a forever couple."

Whittaker made a fist and pressed it against his lips. He dropped to his
knees and took one of the rings.  "You know my answer, Shane. I want
nothing more than to share my life with you. I've wanted it for a long
time. I never thought it could really happen, though. I'm the happiest guy
on the planet right now."

He took a ring from the box and slipped it on my finger. I took the other
one out and put it on his finger.  Then, we hugged and kissed each
other. My heart swelled; my body tingled; and I felt truly in love. The
familiar peace spread over me to confirm my decision. This was meant to
be. All that had happened and all we had been through, led the two of us to
that special moment.

"If we are going to do this," he said. "I have two requests. One, I want
you to move in with me. Two, I want you to start calling me 'David,' not
'Whittaker.'"

"Done and done," I said smiling.

After making out on the deck for what seemed like a brief moment, but was
probably at least ten minutes, we decided we should head home. Whittaker
had moved out of the ranch-hand cabin and into an apartment on the edge of
town. Billy and Jaime were taking over the cabin for their honeymoon
cottage. They were not in a financial position to be on their own,
especially with a baby coming. They were going to live in the cabin until
they got through school when hopefully, Billy could get a hockey
scholarship or even a football scholarship to help with a college
education.

David sent Todd a text asking if my parents were asleep. Todd was sleeping
in my room along with my brother, Tom, since he had to vacate the cabin as
well. I'd moved up into the attic. It was either that or the barn. Todd
said that he could hear my mom down in the kitchen, so we asked him to go
tell her that I was going to stay over at David's apartment for the night
and that we'd be over in the morning to unpack and help with whatever she
needed us to do.

We chatted freely and joyfully together as we drove into town. We shared
our feelings about how well the weddings had gone and our high hopes for
the newlyweds. I felt unfettered peace - His peace that fills the entire
body and soul. Maybe, it was the most peaceful I'd ever felt in my whole
turbulent life. I knew I would always love Steve, but I felt like the love
I felt for David would expand and grow and blossom into something
beautiful. The best part was knowing that David really loved me back
without reservation. He'd loved me enough to let me be with Steve, and even
encouraged it, if that would make me happy. He loved me enough even to risk
taking me on a rebound. He simply loved me.

When we got to his apartment, we were naked and showering under a hot
stream of water in a split second. We made out in the steamy confines of
his tub shower combination. The shower curtain had multi colored dots on it
- Wal-Mart special, I presumed. That would have to change. David and I
washed every inch of each other's naked bodies. I traced my finger over the
freckles on his shoulders and chest, and nibbled on his pink nipples
encircled with a few orange hairs. David's nipples hardened under my
attention, and I playfully flicked my tongue over them.

Both of us sported firm erections, and we played them against each other as
if in a fencing duel. When the water began to cool, we shut it off and
dried each other off. I pulled the towel up his long legs to the lower
crease of his cute, firm ass. I bent him over and knelt behind him. I
spread his cheeks and peered at his pink pucker. The orange foliage
surrounding it, glistened and beckoned me. For the first time in my life, I
slipped my nose into his crack and flicked my tongue out and over the
twitching pucker. He moaned in delight. I drew my tongue into a point and
pressed it into his warm hole, forcing my way inside and wiggling it. He
gasped and reached back to spread his cheeks even wider for me. I pressed
myself as deeply against him as I could and still breathe while I
tongue-fucked him. Simultaneously, I fondled his prodigious balls with both
hands.

He was completely under my spell, and I loved it. I felt droplets of precum
on my hands and pulled away.  He complained, but I was ready to move on. I
led him to the bed where he surprised me with a thick, vibrating, and very
realistic looking dildo. He lubed it up and pressed it into me while he
swallowed my dick to the base. "Is that better than a brush handle?" he
asked.

"Hell, yeah," was all I could say. I was having trouble catching my breath
from the sensations of the thick rubber head placed directly over my gay
man's G-spot. David had maneuvered it in and out until I identified the
perfect placement. David actually got a permanent marker out and drew a
line on it so he'd know right where to place it the next time. He thinks of
everything. When he started up the vibrator and gently pressed and rotated
it against my prostate, I thought I'd just explode from the intensity of
it.

I leaned up on my elbows and watched as he artfully manipulated the sex aid
within my elated ass. His face was focused and a satisfied grin creased his
lips. "That could go on forever," I told him. "Where did you learn to do
that? Off the internet?"

"Don't be mad, but no. I learned how to do this from Calvin. This was a
gift from him."

"Of course you did," I said chuckling. "I should have known that. God bless
you, Calvin."

Then he laughed and turned up the vibration level. "Oh man, oh man, oh, oh,
oh, CUM SHANEY CUM!" I screamed out.

"SHHHHH!" he said. "I have neighbors." We both laughed in spite of
ourselves as I shot a load clear over my head and onto the backboard. After
the first shot, he quickly engulfed my dick in his mouth again and
swallowed the rest of my ejaculate. All except for the last bit that he
milked from me like I'd done for him the last time we'd had sex
together. As I'd done for him, he saved the last bit of my cum to share
between us.

David pulled the rubber penis from my satiated ass and slid himself up over
me. He kissed me and shared my sweet cum with me. Mine tasted sweeter than
his had tasted or than I'd remembered Steve's tasting. I assumed it was
what we ate that affected it. He asked me, "Would it be okay if I enter you
with my dick? Are you okay down there?"

"Please do, David. I want you in me," I assured him.

He quickly greased his pole and slid easily into my body and at the same
time, into my soul. He was such a magnificent, considerate lover. I hoped
everything else would work out between us, because I couldn't imagine a
more compatible sex partner. We resumed our kissing while he fucked me
slowly and methodically. I didn't think I could respond again after such a
powerful unloading, but the erotic feelings built slowly back up and the
inkling of yet another orgasm rose up within me.

I opened my eyes and looked at his face as he hovered over me, head thrown
back, eyes closed, sheer content spread across his freckled face. "My
goodness," I whispered, "I never truly appreciated how beautiful you are."

He didn't respond. I don't think he heard me. He was in his happy zone,
that place where we all go just before the magic moment. I watched him set
his jaw and suck in a final breath before the plunge. Then, he drove his
big dick deep and decisively into me. I felt his presence deep within
body. I swore he was rearranging one or more of my internal organs. I
clutched his dick with my anal ring as tightly as I could.  "Ohhhh,
Shane. Ohhhh, I love it," he muttered as he shook and shoved himself as
deeply into me as possible with each recurring spasm.

When it was over, we lay there sweating together, kissing and nibbling and
giggling. We rubbed noses and declared our love to each other. When he
finally slipped free from our connection, he rolled to his side and pulled
me against him. He tucked his long penis between my thighs and wrapped his
left leg up over my legs. Our arms threaded around each other and we
caressed each other's backs. A calming voice came into my mind, "Do you
trust Me now?" I smiled and softly answered aloud, "Yes."

That night, I dreamed of the gorilla again. He hadn't bothered me for a
long while. Now, he was back. I was in a long tunnel with a faint light in
the distance. I heard the gorilla snorting and grunting. I knew he was
there and I knew he was just waiting to attack me. I was prepared to run
and my heart was racing. I was already tired, but I wasn't sure why.

Then I heard him coming. I ran. I ran as fast as I could, stumbling
occasionally in the dark. I was getting closer and closer to the opening of
the tunnel but didn't know what was beyond it. I couldn't see anything. As
I approached, I saw Steve and Cheyenne and little Steven step to the edge
of the tunnel and look back at me sadly. "I'm sorry, Shane. There're only
three parachutes. I'm so sorry."

With that said, they turned their backs to me, held hands and jumped,
dropping quickly out of sight. My heart lurched. I was trapped and the
gorilla was finally going to beat me into a bloody pulp. I imagined how my
lifeless body, bloodied and broken, would look to whoever found me,
provided, that is, if anyone ever did find me.

I reached the precipice and pulled up to a sudden halt. I stood on a ledge
of a thousand foot cliff. The tunnel I was in had been etched in the wall
of the cliff. There was no way to climb up and no way to jump so far
down. I looked down and saw three colorful parachutes floating gracefully
toward the canyon floor. The gorilla roared and beat his chest in triumph.

I spun around, "What?" I yelled. "Why the hell have you been chasing me?
What do you want?"

The gorilla bared his ugly, yellow teeth and screeched at me. He was
everything evil and cruel. He was everything I'd been running from my whole
life. He was the liar and weaver of deceit. He was the schoolyard bully and
the inflictor of pain for the sheer fun of it. He was the kid who laughed
and the coach who scoffed. He was the physical abuser, and he was the
monster in the closet when I was little.

"I'm not giving you the satisfaction of beating me up," I spat. "I'm not
going to live in fear of you anymore." Then, I took a giant step backward
and fell resolutely toward certain death. The gorilla lurched after me,
howling in anger. He lost his balance and fell out of the tunnel himself. I
was not frightened, however. I was okay with it. It was over with.

Suddenly, I felt a jerk on my left leg, and I was slammed against the rock
wall. I dangled there upside down and dazed for a bit as I watched the
horrified gorilla fall past me to his remorseless death. I gathered my wits
and lifted my head to see my leg dangling from a rope. I followed the rope
upwards to see Whittaker peering over the crest of the cliff. But it wasn't
really a rope, it was actually a giant, rope- like penis with large purple
veins running the length of it. I could see the purple dickhead poking out
of the knot in the end of it, seemingly ready to burst. "Got ya!" Whittaker
called out, grinning widely from above.

"Thanks," I said. "You saved my life again."

"You're welcome," he said smiling.

"How about pulling me up now?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Of course. Sorry." He pulled the fleshy rope hand over fist
until I was safely on the plateau.

He untied his penis from my leg and we embraced. Dreams are so strange.

I woke up, still entwined with Whittaker's naked body. The stirring woke
Whittaker. When he looked in my eyes, he said, "You frightened me last
night."

"How?" I asked in surprise. I wondered if he had shared my crazy dream
somehow. I was sweating and my heart was still racing from my vivid dream.

"When you said you wanted us to hang out after everyone left and needed to
talk to me privately. I thought you were going to cut me loose. As we sat
there and watched the elk in the clearing, all I could think about was how
I would ever manage to get through it if you did."

"I'm sorry," I said. "It wasn't my intent to worry you."

"I know. It's okay, because the joy I felt when you dropped to a knee and
held out the rings was that much better."  He smiled, kissed me tenderly
and added, "I love you with all my heart."

"I love you, too. I really do. This is going to work. I can feel it."

We got to the ranch house around nine in the morning. We unloaded our truck
and then sorted things out with Mom's help. We reloaded two trucks and I
drove one while David drove the other one. Little Steven wanted to ride
with me and talked my ear off. Having a father in his life had already been
a transforming event. He was staying with Karl and Cynthia in Karl's old
room while his parents were on a quick honeymoon in, of all places,
Yellowstone. The irony of that was absolutely mind numbing.

David followed me in the other truck as we made our rounds to return the
borrowed items from the wedding. Little Steven wanted to help wherever we
went, and I gave him small items to carry as we unloaded. A couple of hours
later and a McDonald's Happy Meal later, we headed back to the ranch.

On the way, we stopped at Wal-Mart, and we let little Steven pick out a
star on the wishing tree. He chose a young boy the same age as himself, and
we took him to the toy section. He chose a Captain America action
figure. He wanted to get the boy someone to protect him until he could get
a new daddy like he'd gotten. It made me cry when he said that, and little
Steven took my hand and asked me what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong, Steven. These are happy tears," I told him. I was
impressed that little Steven didn't ask for anything for himself. I bought
him a pack of sugarless gum at the check stand and that made him smile.

David worked on the business and I entertained little Steven until Todd
finished with the chores. Then, Todd took over the kid duty, letting him go
ride on one of our gentle mares and pet the various animals.  The little
guy was in heaven. His favorite pastime was scanning the presents under the
tree and finding the ones with his name on them. He couldn't believe it
when we reassured him over and over that they actually belonged to him.

We'd stacked the wedding presents in a corner of the shop. We were planning
on opening them the morning of Christmas Eve when both sets of newlyweds
would be back and before Cheyenne had to go into work at the hospital.

Before dinner that evening, Mom and Dad invited David and me into the
family room. "Did you enjoy your time last night?" Dad asked.

"Sure did," I answered. David chimed in also. "It was a wonderful event. No
one in Kalispell puts on a better event than you, Mom," I added.

"The weddings were very nice. I was really speaking about the time you had
afterwards. We've noticed the matching rings. We've also noticed that
you've been calling David by his first name instead of calling him
Whittaker. Do you want to share something with us?" Dad asked.

I blushed. David gulped. "Sure," I jumped in. "David and I like each other
very much. The rings are promise rings. A token of the, umm, exclusive
nature of our relationship."

"That's what we supposed. We are both happy for you, but we do have a
couple of concerns that we feel the need to explore with you," Dad pursued.

"Okay," I said.

"Are you properly protected. Disease wise?" Dad asked as delicately as he
could.

"Yes sir," David quickly answered. "Both of us have limited experience and
both of us have been tested.  We're clean and we're committed to being
exclusive."

"Okay," Dad answered. Mom, to her credit didn't flinch at David's
response. I guess she knew well enough we were doing it together.

"The other concern we have is how fresh the upheaval in both of your lives
still is. We are concerned that you boys are rushing into something
here. You, David, out of a need to rescue others and you, Shane, out of
your impetuous nature and also on the rebound of losing Steve. You're both
still pretty young."

David and I smiled at each other. "I'll go first," David said. "Mr. Steele,
I love your son. I have for a long time. It's why I came to visit and why I
was thrilled to have a reason to stay and help with the business. I never
thought I had a chance with him, because I knew how he felt about Steve and
I cared too much about him to get in between them. Now, Steve's with
Cheyenne. I made a play on Shane and rather than reject me as I thought he
might, he showed interest. I am not rescuing anyone, here, except my own
heart, maybe. Shane doesn't need to be rescued. He is the most amazing,
loyal, kind, dedicated, uplifting person I have ever met. He makes me
better, and I love him wholeheartedly."

I reached over and took his hand in mine and took over, "As for me, I had
the same concerns as you about it being too soon since losing Steve. I
loved Steve, I...still do and always will in some way, but I didn't really
know him that well. I love David because I know him. However, we are not
committing to a lifetime just yet. We have simply promised to have an
exclusive relationship while we make sure it's right. We don't know if that
will take months or a year. We won't seal the deal until we both know for
sure that it's right. But, I have to say, I have never felt more peace
about something in my whole life.  With my feelings for Steve, there was
always a little nagging uncertainty involved. That's not the case with
David. I love him without hesitation."

"Does that include living together?" Mom asked.

"Yes," I instantly replied. "We think that's the best way to know for sure
if we can be compatible." I gave David's hand a squeeze. I didn't want any
doubt about our intentions of that. I looked Mom straight in the eye as I
said it.

Mom didn't flinch. I suspect they had already made that assumption. "Okay,"
she simply said, "then we have something for you."

I was surprised. Mom handed us a card. It was one of those generic Hallmark
cards that Mom kept on hand whenever she wanted to send a special note to
someone. I opened it up and read what they'd written. I suspected Mom wrote
it and Dad edited it. David read it over my shoulder. My eyes got moist as
I read it. "We love you boys very much, both of you. We know you are
becoming a couple and we want you to have something special from both of
us. OUR BLESSING. Love Mom. Love Dad."

I started to cry. It meant everything to me. I'd spent most of my life
trying to gain acceptance, at school, in athletics, in scouts, in
friendships, in my family and especially from my parents. And now, in the
one thing that mattered more to me than anything else, I had gained
it. Ironically, it came in connection with the one thing I'd fretted over
most of my life - being gay. The tears of joy and relief flowed as David
held me and cried joyfully with me. "Thank you," I managed to eke out. "It
means everything to me." We all ended up in a group hug, and even Dad cried
a few tears.

After dinner, Dad and Todd helped me pack up and move my things into
David's apartment. Sitting on OUR couch, we skyped with David's parents and
we showed them OUR rings and told them of OUR decision. To my delight, they
weren't surprised or concerned. I found out that David had already
confessed his love for me to them and asked their advice in what he should
do.

That evening, we didn't have sex. We just lay naked together, completely
comfortable with sharing sweet kisses and caresses. In a way, that was
better than having sex. We made love to each other without the need for an
orgasm. I couldn't help but feel like that was a significant milestone in
and of itself.

Sunday arrived and the newlyweds came home. They were all beaming and
excited for their new lives together. Little Steven was ecstatic to see his
mom and new dad, and the little guy clung to Steve like glue. He talked
nonstop about riding the horse and helping Todd feed the animals, and
sitting on the tractor while they ploughed the fresh snow that had
fallen. There was a tall snowman adorning the front lawn, which the two of
them had built. They'd put an old mop head on top of it that Todd had spray
painted orange. They said they had named it "Whittaker," because it was so
tall.

We had a wonderful breakfast and then headed off to church. The program was
beautiful. Shawna sang with the choir and even sang a solo part in its
rendition of O, Holy Night. Pastor Nichols spoke of the miracle of Christ's
birth and the miracle of Christ's life being able to change our lives. A
children's choir, dressed up as shepherds, sang While Shepherds Watched
Their Flocks By Night. Little Steven was amongst them, but he only knew
part of the lyrics and just stood there and smiled in between. I looked
over at Steve and Cheyenne - they were beaming with pride towards him. It
warmed me inside.

At home, we changed clothes and played as a family outside before coming in
and sitting down to a wonderful roast beef dinner with all the trimmings.

I found an opportunity to speak with Steve. I wanted to fill him in on
Whittaker and me, and I wanted find out how his honeymoon had worked out
with Cheyenne. We walked over by the barn and leaned against it while
watching a developing snowball fight - all in good fun.

"How did it go with you and Cheyenne?" I asked. "You both look very happy."

"It went fine. We are happy. We're going to make it work together. I think
she's someone I can grow to love as long as she can put up with me," Steve
answered. I was pleased for him.

"If you don't want to answer this, I understand, but...," I hesitated.

"What?" Steve asked smiling. He knew how curious I was about things.

"How'd the sex thing go?" I blurted.

"Ahhh, that," Steve said. He pondered a minute and I thought he was going
to tell me it was NOMB.  Then he grinned a bit and said, "Okay. Good,
actually. I think we both enjoyed it, so who knows, maybe I've got some bi
in me. Cheyenne's the only girl I've ever been with, and I guess since I
was even interested back at the boys home, there must be some bisexuality
in me, right?"

"I suppose," I answered. I wasn't sure what to make of that and I wasn't
sure what else to say, so I just spun it to a positive. "That's good. I'm
glad it worked out."

"Me, too. I was worried about it," Steve confided.

"So kind of on that same theme, I wanted to let you know about Whittaker
and me," I said. "Before you hear it from someone else. I've moved in with
him. We're going to try it out and see what develops."

"You told me you were planning on approaching him at the wedding. I'm glad
to hear it turned out the way you were hoping for," Steve said sincerely.

"Me, too. I hope we're compatible as a couple. I feel really good about
it. So, what's going on with your mother, Mary?" I asked.

"She's doing okay. Pastor Nichols put her up in a room after the wedding,
and he's helped her get into the county system and a treatment center. Pray
for her," Steve said.

"You know I will. I'm glad. God bless Pastor Nichols," I commented.

"For certain. He is a wonderful man. He really lives what he preaches. He's
the real deal," Steve agreed.

"I know it. I know it as well as just about anyone," I confirmed.

"Guess what she told me?" Steve asked.

"What?"

"She told me that I was actually born in a boarding house on Christmas
Eve. Imagine that. A friend of hers from the streets let her give birth to
me in her bathroom. Her friend got evicted the next day because of
it. After that, my mother went to my father, Arty, to try and get help, and
he told her to take me to a fire station and leave me there. Then, he
arranged to have me get into the boys home. Crazy, huh?" he shared.

"Yeah. Really. So you really are, Christmas Steve," I joked.

"I am. I told Cheyenne you called me that and she started using it, too. I
guess there could be worse nicknames," Steve said.

We stood in silence for a minute or two, running out of things to say. I
had lots more questions about the honeymoon, all of which were none of my
business, so I held back. "Hey, it looks like Cheyenne's team is in need of
help over there. We better go join in," I suggested.

"I'm right behind you," Steve said. Before I got out of reach, Steve took
my arm. "Thank you, Shane.  Thank you for everything. I will always love
you."

I smiled. "Likewise," I replied.

We joined in the snowball skirmish until Mom called us all in for
dinner. It was like a second Thanksgiving. Steve ate his usual multiple
helpings with high compliments for the cook. Mom beamed at him as
usual. After dinner, we went to the family room where we sang some
Christmas carols at Mom's insistence. Mom played the piano, and Steve
played the guitar. He'd spent a lot of time practicing on it in Yankton,
apparently, because he was no longer a complete novice. We sipped hot
coffee and hot chocolate with peppermint flavoring. Little Steven was
eyeing the presents. "You can open one, if you want," Steve said. "The
squishy one over there. The rest have to wait for Christmas morning."

Little Steven lit up. It thrilled me to see such childhood exuberance. He
jumped down and snatched the gift. He climbed back upon Steve's lap and
tore into the package. "Look Mommy," he shouted, "Cap'n 'Merica jammies!"
He held them up proudly. He ran to the bathroom to try them on even though
it wasn't anywhere near bedtime yet.

We took turns hanging our ornaments on the tree as was the tradition. Each
of us said something for which we were thankful. Karl and Cynthia spoke of
their love for each other, and so did Billy and Jaime.  Little Steven
wanted to go first for his family, and after he'd hung up the Captain
America ornament that Mom had purchased for him, he said, "I'm thankful for
my new daddy!" He hugged Steve's leg. Tears welled up in Steve's eyes as he
reached down and picked his boy up. I got a little emotional watching it.

Steve hung his ornament, the one I'd given him a year before, and said,
"I'm thankful for Shane coming into my life. Because of him, all of you
came into my life and most especially my new wife and my son.  I'm also
thankful to have found faith in Christ, whose birthday we're celebrating."

Cheyenne went next and said she was thankful for her son and her new
husband and also for all her new friends in Kalispell.

It was my turn, and as I hung my ornament, I got emotional. "This has been
a very trying year for me, as you all know." I had to pause and get control
of my emotions before I could go on. "There are so many things that I'm
grateful for and most of them are right here in this room right now. I've
been so blessed by all of you this year. Believe it or not, I'm thankful
for the trials of this year. I'm a better person for having endured
it. Most of all, I am thankful to my Lord for the strength he gave me to
get through it all and teaching me to trust in Him. Merry Christmas,
everyone."

"Merry Christmas," everyone echoed back. I sat down and Whittaker hugged me
before doing his.  Whittaker stood and smiled at me and said, "Steve kind
of stole mine already, but it's okay, because it's true for both of us. I
am so thankful for getting to know and be a part of Shane's life. He has
changed me and showed me things about myself and about how to live life
that I would have never known otherwise. Love you, Shane."

"Love you back, David," I replied.

We sang Silent Night with Mom on the piano and Steve strumming chords on
the guitar. It was tender and heartfelt, filling the room with a glowing
sense of love.

Before we separated, Steve asked if he could share a song he'd written. Of
course we all agreed. I took David's hand in mine and leaned into his
shoulder as we listened.

It was a folksy melody written as a ballad. I loved the captivating chord
structure. After the introductory stanza's, he cleared his throat and began
to sing. His baritone voice was seductive.

	Born on a bleak and cold Christmas Eve;
	Child of Mary, no virgin was she.
	"Dear Lord," she cried, "Whate'er shall I do?"
	"I have no home to take my child to."
	And a cold wind blew.

	And so with the very best of intent,
	She entrusted me to the government.
	Diapered and fed then laid down to cry,
	No mother's caress, nor soothing lullaby.
	And a cold wind blew

	Too many babies for caregivers few
	Lacking time for all there was to do.
	I learned to talk and I learned to crawl,
	But my child's heart, grew not at all.
	And the little boy grew.

	The big boys take whatever they want.
	Young boys resigned to each cruel taunt.
	"Bend over boy, time to please your king.
	Submit yourself and endure the sting."
	And the little boy grew.

	Heinous deeds done with indifference
	Callously pillaged my young innocence.
	So, I set my jaw and resolved to endure;
	Swallowed my bile, as I began to mature.
	And my cold heart bled.

	Then came one with strange anatomy,
	I indulged the urge to cure my curiosity.
	Hormones surged and a seed was sown,
	But the life created was concealed unknown.
	And my cold heart bled.

	At age eighteen I was poised to escape,
	"God's speed," said they as I left the gate.
	"Don't speak to me of God," I angrily said.
	"Where was this God when I sobbed and bled?"
	And my bitterness swelled.

	"Did God bind up my wounds or dry my tears?
	Did He show me any love or calm my fears?
 	If there is a God, He has no use for me,
	Alone, I walked through my Gethsemane."
	And my bitterness swelled.

	At last, a chance to escape the pain,
	But my wretched past held me in rein.
	I knew too much to be trusted and free
	I remained indentured to my enemy.
	And my conscience died.

	I knew the truth, but held my tongue
	Tried not to think of the others so young.
	Self-preservation is a powerful drive
	Everyone endeavors to stay alive.
	And my conscience died.

                Angels, I learned, don't always have wings
	Mortals can heavenly messages bring.
	An Angel of Steele came into my life,
	Unconditional love my hope did revive.
	And I was sore amazed.

	So the Angel of Steele, had stolen my heart,
	But the lingering evil kept us apart.
	Steel is so strong and hard to break,
	My Angel risked it all for my sake.
	And I was sore amazed.

	My Angel of Steel stood strong and brave
	He trusted in God, both our lives to save.
	He would not concede, determined to win,
	For he knew he'd not committed the sin.
	And an ember glowed.

	Then came a second Christmas miracle,
	When I was freed from my prison cell.
	I'd fallen in love with my Angel of Steele,
	Who'd taught me to trust, believe and feel.
	And an ember glowed.

	But our lives weren't meant to entwine as one,
	For I learned I'd created a magnificent son.
	And though my Angel and I must live apart,
	We are firmly lodged in each other's heart.
	And love burns strong.

	A first love it seems, is seldom the last,
	Your future need not be defined by your past.
	Since we trusted in God to shape and refine,
	I'll dwell in your heart and you'll dwell in mine.
	And love burns strong.
	And love burns strong.

When he was done singing, I was weeping as were most of us. David hugged
me. We sat in silence and let the moment reverberate.

Steve set his guitar down and wiped his cheeks. "You will always be in my
heart. You will always be my Angel of Steele. Nothing can change that. I
will love you forever."

"And you, Mr. Fahrenheit, will always be my 'Christmas Steve,'" I said.  "I
love you. I found out, hearts have many chambers, and there's always plenty
of room for love."

We ended the gathering with another hug.

On the way home, I shared something I'd been thinking about with
David. "Can I tell you a fantasy I've been entertaining lately?"

"Sure. Does it involve me?" he asked.

"Of course," I answered.

"It doesn't involve me wearing a Captain America costume or anything like
that, does it?"

I laughed really hard. "No. No, nothing like that. It has nothing to do
with sex. I've been thinking I'd like to get back in college as soon as
possible and get a degree in psychology. I'd like to specialize in
counseling young gays and their families. If the business goes really well
and we get some money from it someday, what would you think about opening a
summer camp that caters to gay boys and their families?"

"I'd completely support that. You'd be amazing at that," David answered.

That evening, when we arrived at the apartment, David took me in his arms
as soon as the door was shut. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me
passionately. "I love you, Shane. I love you with all my heart," he
declared.

"And I love you, David. Can you accept, that I have a piece of my heart
reserved for Steve?" I asked.

"Oh, it's a lot more crowded in your heart than just that. You love
everyone. Almost everyone, at least. I don't mind at all that you continue
to have love in your heart for Steve, as long as you love me last and
best. Can you do that?" David asked, looking deeply into my eyes.

"I can do that, and I want to do that," I answered honestly.

"Good. Then I have a gift for you to open early," he said. He pulled a box
from the closet shelf.

I smiled, "This is unexpected. What is it?"

"Just open it," David instructed, sitting on the couch and patting it for
me to sit by him.

"Wait. If I'm opening one then I need to let you open one, too." I
retrieved one from under our little tree.

"Thanks," he said. "I'll go first, okay?"

"Sure," I agreed.

"It's squishy," he said as he squeezed it. "It's not Cap'n 'Merica jammies,
is it?"

I laughed out loud. "Maybe," I said, "cuz, you are my superhero."

He opened it and pulled out the shower curtain I'd ordered. It had two
large elk on it. He stood and held it up. "I like it. I guess you're not a
fan of the big colored dots on the one I have," he observed.

"Not so much, but I just thought this was kind of a symbol of what our
relationship is about. Strong and enduring."

"Nice. In that case, I love it," he declared. "Now, open yours."

I tore open the wrapping and opened the box. "Mmm, chocolates," I
said. "Thanks."

"Did you like the movie, Forest Gump?" David asked.

"Where did that come from?" I laughed.

"Just answer. Did you like it?" he persisted.

"Yeah. I liked it. Why?"

"Do you remember the famous line from it?" David asked.

"Umm," I thought about it. "I know what love is, Jennie."

"NO! About the chocolates," David said.

"Oh. Duh. Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're
going to get," I answered correctly.

"Yeah, well, try one," he said. I smiled and took one.

"Mmm, strawberry cream. I love it." I offered him one and he took one.

"Strawberry cream, too," he said. "They're all strawberry cream. So now
that you're with me, you know exactly what you're going to get," he said.

I smiled and a chill ran through me. "You're sweeter than these delicious
chocolates. I love strawberry cream in my chocolates and in my men." We
kissed and held each other. "Thank you, David. This is the sweetest thing
ever."

"I'm glad you like it," he said. "I love you so much." There was emotion in
his voice.

We fell into each other and began kissing and caressing. Piece by piece, we
lost our clothing. The foreplay was long and tender as we kissed and
nibbled and stroked and tickled one another. When the passion rose, we
escalated into frenetic grasping and groping sessions as we attempted to
swallow each other's tongues, while grinding and clutching at each other's
naked flesh.

Then, on an unspoken cue, we settled back into a slow, melodic pace with
gentle caresses, and soft, tender kisses. This alternating pattern repeated
itself over and over. During the slow, tender interludes, our lips brushed
lightly against each other's as we relished the electric sensation of
it. We rolled to our sides to allow caressing of each other's firm backs
and buttocks. David rolled me onto my stomach and reached to his night
stand. He pulled a bottle of massage oil from it and then straddled
me. Wedging his long penis between my ass crack, he gave me a firm back
massage from my neck to lower back. It was deliriously pleasurable. When he
was finished, David lay down on top of me and nibbled on the nape of my
neck, sending chills up and down my spine. I wriggled beneath him.

I returned the favor by lubing up my penis and sliding it between his
thighs and against his large, silky balls. As I lifted myself to access his
back, my erection strained against him to create a pleasurable pressure
from my anus to my pubes. I kneaded his muscular back and shoulders while
he rested his strawberry cream cheek on the flat of his hands. A contented
smile creased his lips. When I finished the back rub, I slipped downward
and nibbled on his tight ass cheeks. I spread his legs and suckled his
sizable, soft balls. David moaned in delight.

"Roll over," I whispered with a pat of his ass. He complied and settled his
head into a pillow. I took his large staff in my hand and admired every
inch of it. "I've been practicing something special for you. It's your
Christmas surprise."

David lifted his head and watched as I slipped his penis between my lips
and slowly slid it to the back of my throat. Then, just as I'd practiced, I
tilted my head and relaxed my throat. Inch by inch, I let my lover's
magnificent penis slip slowly down my esophagus. I controlled my breathing
and focused on remaining relaxed. David was wide-eyed, and his mouth was
agape. When I'd taken the full length, I pulled back off and then repeated
the process over and over, picking up speed until David was quivering in
anticipation of a pending orgasm. "Stop, Shane," David said. "I want this
to last a bit longer."

I extracted his dick from my mouth and watched David's wetted penis slap
against his belly. I lowered myself down and softly kissed the tip of
it. Then, we fell back into our slow, sexual dance. I closed my eyes and
made blind love to David by touch and feel. At some point, David filled me
with his manhood and I opened my eyes to see him hovering over me,
supported by his hands planted beneath my armpits. His back was arched and
his eyes were closed. His head was rolled back and he was in his mystical
pre-orgasmic zone. Slowly, he slipped three or four inches in and out of
his favorite place to be.  As he withdrew his dick outward, his abs
tightened and as he pushed back into me, his abs relaxed.  Going in must
have been more pleasurable for him, because with each forward push, he let
out a delighted moan.

I smiled in joyful satisfaction as I watched him gain so much pleasure from
my body. He was exceptionally handsome and strong. I studied his face and
marveled at the beauty of it. I wanted to connect with him, and I reached
up and caressed his blushed cheek with my thumb while I lightly pinched his
left nipple. He came back from wherever he'd been and looked down into my
eyes. "Look," I said, turning toward the alarm clock on the night
stand. "It's after midnight. It's officially our first Christmas
together. What do you say we celebrate and share a Christmas Cum?"

"I'm in," David agreed with a brilliant smile. He pulled free from my body
and I immediately felt the loss of our connection. He groped for the tube
of lubricant and smeared a generous portion on his penis, giving it a
couple of test shakes to make sure it was fully erect. It was. Then he
squirted a large glob onto my penis as well and lifted my ankles.

Propping my ankles on his shoulders, he pressed his red, bulbous tip to my
entrance and in one fluid motion, drove himself fully back into my
body. "Ahhhh, yes!" I exclaimed. He smiled, and reached around my legs with
his long arms and gripped my dick in one hand and used his other hand to
play with my nipples. Then he began thrusting in and out of me in wild
abandon while he stroked my rock hard in time with his thrusts. "Oh, oh,
oh, oh," I called out with each powerful thrust.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," he groaned in time with me as we formed a sexual duet.

"I'm close, I'm close," I gasped.

"Me, too. Me too," he replied.

"Here I go!!" I cried as I gripped the bed sheets in both fists.

"Yeah!!! Oh yes! Yes! Yesssss!" he cried out as he thrust himself into me
with the power of massive bull elk.

"CUM! SHANEY, CUM!!!" I cried, going stiff from head to toe as a powerful
orgasm rocked my torso. Hot white cum exploded from my bulging dick through
his firm grasp as we both shook in complete and utter exultation.

When it was all over but for the oozing remnants, David dropped my ankles
and lowered himself on top of me. We kissed and rubbed noses while our
bodies struggled to return to normalcy. I was flushed and panting while I
relished the weight of my lover covering my naked body. His dick remained
firmly implanted inside me for a long time following the magnificent event.

David placed the tip of his nose to mine and said with smiling eyes, "Merry
Christmas, Shane."

"Merry Christmas, David."

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I sincerely hope that you have enjoyed this story. I have loved creating
it. I hope with all my heart that you all enjoy your holiday season this
year. I hope you find true peace and happiness.

I wish to thank all those who have contributed to its creation, most
especially, Paul Stevens, for his valuable and insightful editing. I was
able, with the help of another wonderful editor for this story, Flip
McHooter, to find out that Paul experienced some serious health problems
but is now improving. Say a prayer for him. I also thank IJK from
California, for stepping in at the end and generously assisting with
editing.

This story is a work of fiction. It contains graphic sexual descriptions
and is therefore solely intended for readers of legal age. Any similarities
to real life persons or events is purely coincidental. This work is
copyrighted and owned by Hans Schreiber. No reproduction of it is permitted
without the express written authorization of Hans Schreiber.

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