“That’s some story,” I stated, impressed.
We stopped at a roadside Christmas tree stand where Adam picked up a humongous tree, and then drove us to a grocery store. I picked up all the things I needed for dinner. While I was preparing the meal, Adam pulled all his decorations out of the attic. Dinner was delicious, and Adam thoroughly appreciated the home-cooked meal, even if it was simple steak and potatoes. We cleaned up the kitchen together. I knew his mother would be proud, and for some reason that knowledge warmed me.
I looked around at his living room. There were boxes everywhere. The tree was already in the stand, pulled away from the wall from where he wanted to put it, furniture shuffled around to make room.
“Ummm…Adam?”
He stopped moving boxes around and looked at me. “Yeah?”
"I’ve…Well, I’ve never put up a Christmas tree before.”
Adam froze, his mouth hanging open, a look of disbelief on his face.
Once he recovered, he came over to me, and kissed me gently. “Then we need to make sure it’s extra special.”
Smiling at me, Adam turned on the stereo to a classical station that was playing carols and then proceeded to light a fire in the fireplace. I was touched: he’d remembered I’d said I liked classical music. Bouncing down the stairs, he returned a moment later with a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He opened the bottle, the cork flying out and landing in the tree. “Well, there’s our first ornament!” He laughed merrily.
Adam showed me how he decorated a tree, as we drank champagne. He told me stories of Christmases while he was growing up and the shenanigans he and his brothers got into, keeping me laughing the whole time.
It was getting late by the time the tree was done and the mess cleaned up. We stood back to admire our work. “I think that is the prettiest Christmas tree I’ve ever seen,” I said.
Adam kissed me on the cheek. He threw a blanket down on the floor in front of the fireplace, and pulled me down on it. We lay in front of the fire, listening to choir music while looking at the twinkling tree.
“I have one now,” I whispered, thinking out loud.
“You have one what now, baby?” Adam’s breath washed over my ear, making me shiver.
“I now have a favorite Christmas memory.”
“Ahh, J.J., we’ll make more. I promise,” he said kissing me behind the ear.
That night Adam made love to me in front of the fireplace. It was something I only thought happened on corny TV shows, or in romance novels. He was sweet and tender, taking his time, bringing me to the edge again and again, and making me beg more than once to come.
There was something different about having him inside me, more so than I’d ever experienced with anyone else. Part of it was the way he looked at me, like I was something to be treasured. He was attentive, watching to make sure I was enjoying everything he was doing. One thing I loved was the way he came. The power and the way he totally lost himself in the moment, like everything else he did.
* * * * *
The rest of the week blew by, and Adam and I were with each other almost the whole time, fitting together like puzzle pieces. I made the excuse on Thursday that I needed to take care of some personal business and pick up some more clothes. I’d not been back to my apartment since Monday morning, and I
was
running out of clean clothes, not that we wore any while in the house. I also wanted to sneak off and get something for Adam for Christmas.
For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to go shopping for a Christmas gift. At first, I was lost as to what I could get him. The only things I knew for sure that he liked were football, his family and working with his hands. After snooping around a bit, I got a look at most of his tools, seeing if there was anything that he might not have, and then I got an idea. I discovered he didn’t have any of those cordless power tools with rechargeable batteries.
I visited one of those popular home remodeling stores and looked around a bit. When I saw a man who looked like he was a tradesman, I asked him which ones were the better ones. He was kind enough to offer his opinion, giving me pointers, so that I could make an educated decision. I picked one of the higher-end kits he had suggested that had several tools, and the batteries were all interchangeable. It was a little more than I had anticipated, but I genuinely wanted to do this.
I made the purchase, took it home and wrapped it up as best I could, although I wasn’t very adept at it. I hid the package in the trunk of my car, hoping to be able to slip it under the tree without him noticing. There were several packages under his tree; all of them were for his nephews and mother, as best I could tell. The rest of his family drew names at Thanksgiving, and bought that person one nice gift, making sure that the kids were the focus of the holiday.
For Christmas Eve, I decided to make a special dinner, going all out. Whenever Adam came into the kitchen, I shooed him away, wanting to surprise him. I almost had dinner done, when I asked him to make a run to the store for something that I’d ‘forgotten’, which was just an excuse to get him out of the house for a bit.
After he’d left I ran outside to my car and got his Christmas present out from the trunk. Placing it under the tree, I noticed a gift shoved to the very back. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was addressed to me, signed ‘Love always, Adam’.
Why... that devil.
I smiled.
Pushing mine in behind his, hiding it well, I went back to cooking dinner. I had the table all set and most everything ready by the time he got back. I was able to use what he’d gotten me at the store, making sure he didn’t get suspicious.
Dinner was superb, even if I did say so myself. Adam was amazed at the high degree of skill I had in the kitchen, and kept complimenting me the rest of the night, and he’d not even had dessert yet.
We lounged around in front of the fire, letting our dinner digest, deciding to put dessert off for a while since we were so full. Holding each other, the occasional kiss exchanged, we relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company. We lay there for a while, listening to a special Christmas program on the Public Radio Station, neither of us saying anything. The lack of conversation was not at all uncomfortable.
During a break in the program, I looked up at Adam and asked, “What would you like for a Christmas Gift?”
I’d always heard to be careful what you asked for, and now I understood why. Adam looked at me, a serious look on his face as he answered. “You. For you to marry me and spend the rest of your life with me, letting me take care of you, to let me love you for all time.”
My whole world started spinning. The only thing I could see were his eyes boring into mine, the rest of the room falling away. I knew from the look on his face, he was deadly serious.
“Adam…I…”
“Shush, don’t say anything right now,” he said as he placed a single finger over my lips. “Just nod to let me know you’ll at least think about it, okay?”
I nodded my head. He removed his finger, replacing it with his lips. The kiss became passionate quickly, and we moved things to the bedroom. Each of us were completely focused on the other as we revealed ourselves to one another. It seemed more intimate somehow this time.
Adam crawled into the center of the bed, motioning for me to follow him. He pulled me on top of him where once again our kisses turned hot, our need for one another growing. Our erections battled each other, as did our tongues.
Breaking the kiss, Adam looked at me intently. “I want you inside me.”
Other than that first night, I had been the one on bottom, never once considering that he might enjoy that position also. Smiling, I nodded, wanting nothing more than to please this hot man.
I took my time making love to him. Touching, kissing, licking and biting my way around his body, making sure to pay particular attention to all the areas I knew he enjoyed. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t enjoy it just as much, especially when I was able to bury my face in that perfect ass of his.
I guess I spent too much time focused on his ass, which frustrated him.
“Now…I need you in me now!” Adam demanded.
I suited up and started to slowly enter the hot tightness of his ass, relishing the sensation. This obviously wasn’t what he wanted. With a growl, he reached behind me with both hands, grabbed my ass and pulled me into him, sinking my sheathed cock deep inside his bowels. He threw his head back and moaned with pleasure.
The heat of his insides was enough to inflame me even more, but I waited. I used all of my experience and knowledge as a top,
and
a bottom, to take him on a sexual journey that I hoped he would not soon forget. Taking my time, I edged him as he had done me so many times over the past few days. We had both learned a lot about each other, what turned the other on. I knew, therefore, how to prolong his pleasure.
When it became unbearable for both of us, I reached down and wrapped my hand around Adam’s massive manhood as I adjusted my entry, aiming for
that
spot. It didn’t take much. Adam gripped the sheets, pulling them off the mattress as he screamed, broadcasting the beginning of his orgasm. The first unleashed shot of thick white cum flew out of the tiny slit, hitting the wall behind his head, and sliding down. The subsequent shots that followed painted his hair and face, chin and chest, finally pooling around his fuzzy navel.
Watching him, along with the clenching of his ass muscles, he pulled me along with him as I started my own orgasmic roller-coaster ride. I unloaded hard, hoping I didn’t blow the end off the condom. Every time his ass clamped down on my driving dick, it milked another shot out of me.
Totally spent, I fell on top of him, feeling the squish of his cum between our bodies. The acrid smell of it in my nostrils drew me in. I licked and sucked his still-warm spunk from his neck, chin and face. He sought out my mouth, sucking at the wealth, insisting that I share it with him.
Once we had recovered somewhat, our breathing slowed, I asked, “Ready for dessert yet?”
“I thought I just had dessert!”
We both laughed as I rolled away and lay next to him on my back. A moment later Adam turned me on my side, snuggling up behind me.
“I love you, J.J.” It was the last thing I remembered hearing before I fell into a deep and relaxed sleep.
* * * * *
My eyes fluttered open to see that it was the beginning of dawn on Christmas Day. Adam’s warm body was spooned up behind mine. His arm draped over me with his hand resting on my chest. I’d have snuggled in closer, but there was no way we could have gotten any closer, he was plastered to me as it was. We were glued together by the enormous load he’d shot off the previous night, having fallen fast asleep before cleaning up.
I breathed in deeply, taking in his scent that mingled with my own, and that of our intense lovemaking. It was a smell I could get used to. Adam pervaded my brain, making me sure that without question, this was something I
wanted
to get used to. Feeling every inch of Adam’s body as it touched mine, I understood that this was something I wanted more than anything I’d ever wanted before. I wanted him. I wanted this…to wake up like this every morning.
That warmth that centered in my chest, the one I’d refused to recognize or acknowledge, was back, but this time I couldn’t push it away. It was all-consuming, glowing red hot,
making
me take notice. At once, I understood what it was. I thought this might be love, or at least as close as I’d ever known, which was good enough for me. It was at that precise moment that I knew I wanted to spend my life with this man. I knew it wouldn’t always be perfect, but my gut told me there was nothing that we couldn’t face, as long as we faced it together.
Adam, even though still asleep, pushed his morning hard
-
on into me just then. I glanced over and spotted the bottle of lube that was within easy reach. With a sly grin, I reached for it. Carefully, I opened the bottle, got a liberal glob of the slick goo in my hand, reached behind me and coated his wonderfully large joystick. Positioning myself, I slowly eased him into me, marveling at the wonderful fullness that I had begun to love. When he was buried deep inside me, I held still, wanting to memorize this moment forever, the feeling of us joined together so intimately. Ever so slightly, I rocked back and forth a little, enjoying the sense of oneness, the exquisite friction his staff delivered inside me. The newness of having a raw dick inside me for the first time felt even better than I ever could have imagined.
Adam moaned into my ear as his hand slid down my chest, ending up on my hip as he pushed himself into me. “Oh, my God, I’ve died and gone to heaven.” His voice, barely a whisper, still thick with sleep, spoke behind my ear.
Slowly, he started moving in and out of me with longer strokes, but not in any great hurry. We were both enjoying the relaxed slow pace, luxuriating in the feeling of being one. Of course, this couldn’t last forever.
Adam started drilling me, the force pushing me onto my stomach. He continued to nail my ass, knowing how I liked it. It didn’t take long for each of us to get to the inevitable point of no return. As he bellowed out, releasing his inner beast, I felt his seed enter me, splashing my insides for the first time. Not only the feeling, but also the knowledge that he was making me his, caused me to erupt, making a mess of the sheet beneath me. I could feel my own hot milk smearing my abdomen.