Christmas Visitor

The Christmas Visitor

By

Christos Kastellanos

Chapter One

Sean Connolly had just finished submitting his recipe for an old fashioned Yankee Christmas dinner to the magazine that he wrote for. He wrote under the pen name of Mary Bennett, a name he took when he first got the job with Culinary Digest. It was a well established magazine that featured recipes that were native to America.

He had just graduated from Harvard College with his degree in journalism and after countless hours of sending resumes to all the well known and not so well known publications, he finally landed his current position with Culinary Digest. He was proud of his job, because at twenty-one, not many of his fellow classmates had managed to get anywhere close to the position that he had landed with the prestigious magazine.

The editor and chief of the magazine had wanted a woman for the position, but none had applied and he was desperate, so he took a chance on Sean. Sean was a better than fare cook, having grown up in a home where his mother and father were both chefs, he quickly learned the trade.

"Ah Sean, good you are still here," Frank Reynolds, his editor said from the doorway of his office.

"Yes Mr. Reynolds, but not for long," he said glancing over at the mantel clock on the fireplace. "I have just finished the Christmas issue," he added as the editor entered, grabbed a chair by the fireplace and settled in for what seemed to Sean for a long conversation.

"I was hoping to catch you before you left for vacation," Reynolds began, giving that infamous grin which meant to those that he flashed it to...you are not going to like what I have to tell you. "As you know my boy, each Christmas we feature a certain part of the country and this year is no exception."

"I know this sir, that is why my article was settled around New England and its old fashion Christmas traditions and dinner," Sean said.

"Precisely, but another thing the magazine does each year is to invite one of our avid readers to spend the holiday in whatever part of the country that we feature."

Sean had heard about this tradition, and he knew, or rather he had an idea as to where this conversation was going and he did not like it.

"Well the magazine chose this year Massachusetts for many reasons. First off, it's the birthplace of America and also, because you have a home in the Berkshires."

"Surely you don't mean to..." he cautiously began to say.

"I have invited a young man, well a soldier actually that entered our contest for this year's winner. Seeing how you are going to be up there in New England and you have been kind enough to let the magazine feature your rustic home for the accompanying article, I would like for you to entertain the young man. Of course you will be handsomely compensated for your time and efforts," he added rather smugly.

"You want me to do what..." he shouted, standing up at his desk and glaring down into Reynolds' cold steel gray eyes. "But it's my vacation sir and it's Christmas," he reasoned.

"All the more reason to not only open your house to the visitor, but also your heart," Reynolds said, now standing eye to eye with Sean.

"But sir, he will be expecting Mary to host his stay, not a man."

"No buts young man. I am the editor and chief of this magazine and I am use to getting what I want and when I want it, are we clear on this point?"

"Yes sir...quite clear," a defeated Sean said.

"Good, now he has been notified and should arrive at your home in Massachusetts the Monday before Christmas and stay until just after the New Year," he told Sean.

"My God sir, that is nearly two weeks," a surprised and angry Sean said.

"And that is a problem why?" he asked, smirking as Sean sat down abruptly in his chair.

"No sir, it's not a problem," Sean said in surrender to his boss's demands.

"I didn't think so, Connolly. I am sure that you will figure out how to deal with the fact that Mary is actually you. After all, most soldiers are only interested in the get away and food, not in some middle age woman."

"Yes sir, I'll do my best to make his stay pleasant," a defeated Sean said.

Now you go down to the accounting department and get the Visa card I authorized for you to use. You can use it to not only buy what you'll need for his visit, but also to entertain the young man. Just look at it as you doing your patriotic duty for the fine fighting men that serve our great nation," he reasoned but Sean was not feeling very patriotic.

Sean was gay, and he planned on getting reacquainted with the gay night life while home. Now he had to put all of his best laid plans on the back burner to entertain some soldier.

"What's the soldier's name, sir?" he inquired.

"Michael, Michael Hunter and he's a Marine," Reynolds told him.

"A Marine...my God sir, what am I going to do with a Marine," he asked.

"You are both the same age, so use your imagination, boy. Now I have an important engagement that requires my being there," he said suddenly, got up and left Sean's office.

Sean sat staring at the door, his mind whirling in a million directions as he contemplated quitting his job. He knew that he couldn't quit, after all, he needed a job and well, in these financial hard times, jobs were not to plentiful.

"Dammit, a fucking Marine of all branches," he swore. "It'll be my luck that he's some macho meathead that smashes empty beer cans against his forehead," he added as he closed down his computer and prepared to leave for the day.

"A fucking Marine," he whispered to himself as he waited for the elevator to arrive.

"Hold it Sean," Sean heard a voice call out as he stepped onto the elevator.

With the mood that he was in, he contemplated pressing the close door button, but seeing how it was his friend, Daryl Johnson, he pressed the door open one instead.

"Thanks buddy," Daryl said, jumping into the elevator just before the door closed.

"No problem Dar," Sean said coolly.

"What's up your ass, old man Reynolds chew you a new one," Daryl asked.

"Sort of, but now my vacation is ruined, I got to entertain this fucking Marine for the holidays," he explained.

"You have to do what?"

"Those were my words exactly, Dar. I am entertaining this year's contest winner for the holidays and he happens to be a Marine," he further explained.

Daryl began laughing and the more he laughed, the angrier Sean was getting. "You may find it funny, but I am on vacation for those two weeks and now I have to spend my vacation entertaining a damn soldier."

"Tell the old man that you can't or that you refuse to do it," Daryl suggested.

"Right and then pound the pavement again looking for another job, no thanks Dar. Been there, done that and I nearly starved to death until I landed this job," he told him and they both looked up at the floor indicator to see what floor they were stopping at.

"Good evening Mr. Reynolds," Daryl said to the boss and Sean, who was standing behind the man, sarcastically mouthed Daryl's words.

"Ahhhh, Jackson isn't it?" the man said.

"Johnson sir, Daryl Johnson from accounting," he sadly replied.

"Right," was all that Reynolds said to the man. "Ah Connolly, have you given any thought as to how you are going to entertain this years winner?"

"No sir, but I am sure that I'll think of something for us to do," Sean replied, smiling at his boss. `Could I be hung for treason if I were to pay to have the soldier kidnapped,' he thought.

"Well you are an intuitive young man and I am sure that he'll be happy with whatever you come up with," Reynolds said and stepped out when the doors opened, followed by Sean and Daryl.

"I'm headed over to the village, Connolly, could I offer you a ride," Reynolds asked, shocking both of the young men with his offer.

"Thank you sir, but I was planning on heading over to Macy's for some last minute Christmas shopping," he lied, because Sean would have rather been run over by a city bus then to take a ride from him.

"Well have a good evening Connolly, and you also, Jackson," he said and pushed through the revolving doors and into the night.

"Johnson dammit," Daryl muttered and Sean laughed. "I'm headed over to the village for a long night of drinking, would you care to join me?" Daryl asked, but he knew his friend, or rather his moods.

When Sean got in this sour mood, he would simply go home and indulge in anything that had alcohol in it.

"Thanks Dar, but I still have some last minute packing to do and Robert has probably got dinner waiting," he said.

"Sure Sean, maybe another time," he said and Daryl hailed a taxi while Sean headed for the subway.

Sean inserted the key to his apartment into the lock, turned it and when he opened the door, he was greeted by Robert, who was standing there with another man, suitcases in hand.

"Robert...what's going on and who...who is this man?" Sean asked, looking first at Robert and then the mystery man before turning his attention back to Robert.

"This is James and I'm leaving you," Robert announced.

"What... this is fucking great, first the Marine and now my lover of two years decides to leave me at Christmas."

"It's been over for some time, Sean," Robert said coldly.

"Evidently, because you had time to find someone new," he angrily said.

"I'm sure you realize that he snores loudly and lasts for about five minutes when making love," Sean said to James, who blushed profusely.

"Do try not to be bitter, Sean, now if you'll excuse us," he abruptly said and left.

"Great...this is fucking great," he said slamming the door behind them.

He trudged down the hall to his bedroom and pulled another suitcase from the closet. He smiled when he saw how empty his closet was with Robert's clothes gone.

"I guess there is a silver lining to every dark cloud," he mused as he spread out his clothes that were crammed against the end of the pole.

It wasn't that he was upset over Robert, for that affair had been long over, he thought, but it was the Marine that he had to entertain.

"A fucking Marine," he muttered again as he shoved clothes into the last suitcase and struggled to close it. "Done and done," he happily said and then headed to the kitchen to make him something to eat.

He popped in a TV dinner, chicken, corn, mashed potatoes and gravy, and sighed as he looked at what it looked like.

"Just fucking great Robert, just fucking great," he murmured as he set the timer and wandered off to the living room.

His day had gone from bad to worse and now he had to eat somebody's rendition of a chicken dinner. He marched back into the kitchen, opened the microwave and tossed his would be dinner into the trash. He rifled through his junk drawer and found a take out order for Chinese and called in his order.

Thirty minutes later his dinner arrived, cold. "I can't win for losing," he grumbled and nuked the dinner.

Finally done eating and showered, he climbed into bed and set his alarm for five. His plane left at eight so five o'clock would give him plenty of time to shower, lug his suitcases down to the lobby and hail a taxi. He fluffed up the pillows, set them in the middle of the bed and snuggled up with the blankets.

"Another blessing Robert, I get the entire bed to myself and won't have to wear earplugs," he said with a wide smile and drifted off to sleep.

He arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare, gave his bags to the attendant when he checked in his ticket and slowly walked trough security. Another twenty minutes in line to pass through the security check point and down the long walkway to his gate. He grabbed a seat and waited for the call to board and watched all the people that were arriving at his gate.

"Is there anyone sitting here," a handsome man of about forty asked.

"No sir," Sean said, grabbed his coat from the chair and placed it across his lap. "Heading to Massachusetts, eh?" he asked, smiling warmly at Sean.

"Yes, the Berkshires actually, I have an old country manor in Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts," Sean told him.

"I'm from Springfield myself, heading home for the holidays with my mother," he said. "How rude of me, the name's Garrett, Garrett Donaldson," he said and offering his hand to Sean.

"Sean Connolly, glad to meet you," Sean said warmly.

"Flight four thirty-six will now begin boarding, would all the first class passengers please step up to the desk and please have your boarding pass ready," a woman announced.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, Garrett," Sean said, standing and shaking hands again with the man.

"I'm first class also," Garrett said, gathering his things and following behind Sean.

Sean surrendered his boarding pass and walked down the gangway to the plane, followed by Garrett. He looked at the numbers on his ticket and then those on the seats.

"May I help you find your seat, sir," a handsome young steward asked.

Sean stared into the most gorgeous blue eyes that he had ever seen and completely forgot to hand the steward his ticket.

"May I have your ticket please," he warmly asked Sean.

"Huh... oh yeah...sorry," Sean stammered and blushed as he handed the man his ticket.

"Right this way sir," he said and all Sean could do was stare at the young man's hard, round ass as he lead him down the aisle to his seat. "There you go sir, right next to the window," he said, motioning with his hand toward the empty seat.

As Sean passed in front of the steward, his hand grazed against the young man's crotch. Sean blushed and the steward just smiled at him. The steward reached over to lift the arm rest, allowing his hand to graze across Sean's ass, Sean smiled back at the man.

"As soon as the seatbelt sign goes off, I'll return to take your order for a drink," he said. "If you need anything, and I do mean anything, the name is Corey," he whispered to Sean.

"Sean and I'll be sure to remember that, Corey," Sean said with a wink.

Twenty-five minutes later, the plane was in the air and the sign was off. True to his word, Corey was back to ask what Sean would like to drink.

"A gin and tonic with a twist of lime would be great but seeing how those days are long over, I'll have a Coke," Sean said, smiling at the handsome man, who winked in return.

A couple of minutes later Corey returned with the Coke and set it on the table before Sean, along with a piece of paper. Sean looked at the note, up to Corey and he smiled when Corey winked. He opened the note and smiled when he read it...

Meet me in the front restroom in five minutes for initiation into the mile high club, if interested. Corey

Sean looked up and saw Corey looking at him and Sean slowly nodded his head. Sean glanced down at his watch, eight nineteen it read and he hurried down his Coke. At twenty-four minutes past eight, Sean got up and made his way to the restroom that Corey had mentioned. He looked up at the light to see if it was occupied, it wasn't, and he pushed open the door and stepped in.

When he slid the lock over, the light came on and he nearly jumped when he saw Corey standing there. Not a word was spoken, as Corey set about undressing Sean and then himself.

"Are you sure that this is safe... I mean won't you be missed?"

"Claire, the other first class attendant, she knows I'm gay and takes over for me when I do this," Corey said and then pulled Sean to him in a heated kiss.

The kiss was long and delicious and when Corey broke it, he trailed kisses down the length of Sean's neck, and when he reached his shoulder, he nibbled softly on Sean's tender skin. Sean moaned softy and gasped when he felt Corey's teeth nibbling on his nipple. He entwined his fingers through Corey's hair and held his mouth close to his nipple.

Corey was a pro Sean thought as he kissed and worked his way down to Sean's cock. After he licked the head and shaft as if a lollipop, Corey quickly engulfed the swollen knob with his mouth and moved down the shaft until his nose was buried in Sean's pubes.

"It's been a long time since I've had any sex, Corey," Sean whispered and Corey made a sound that was not understandable.

Corey knew his was around a man's cock and soon he felt the head swelling. He knew he had Sean close, so he dropped his cock and stood up.

"Dammit babe, I was just about to cum," Sean moaned sadly.

"I know," Corey said, turned around and offered Sean his ass.

Sean reached over for a glob of hand soap and rubbed it around his aching cock. He placed the head to Corey's rosebud and then gave a healthy thrust. Corey moaned in ecstasy was Sean's cock impaled him.

Sean started out slowly with his fucking, building quickly into a frenzied fuck that had them both moaning and groaning. Sean reached around Corey's torso, grabbed his cock and fisted it to the same rhythm that he was fucking with.

"Slow down baby...you have me so close," Corey moaned and Sean slowed his rhythm, wanting to prolong his ride for as long as possible.

He pulled his cock from Corey's ass, moved the two of them around and sat Corey down on his throbbing cock. While Corey hopped vigorously up and down on Sean's manhood, Sean suckled and nibbled on Corey's nipples.

"I'm close baby... cum with me," Corey whispered against Sean's lips.

All the while they kiss, both men climaxed, spewing their seed as ecstasy overtook them.

"Dammit Corey I needed that," Sean said as they struggled in the confined space to dress.

"Not as much as I did, baby boy," Corey said before he kissed Sean passionately.

Dazed and still reeling from the sex, Sean moved awkwardly back to his seat. A few moments later, the curtain opened and Corey stepped through it with a gin and tonic for Sean.

"Not a word now, handsome," Corey whispered as he set the drink down on the table.

"Thank you Corey for everything," he whispered back and Corey gave him a familiar wink before disappearing back behind the privacy curtain that separated the forward cabin from first class.

"Thank you for flying with us," Corey said to Sean, has he disembarked the plane.

"Thank you for making this the best flight that I have ever had," Sean said in return.

Sean left the airport after retrieving his luggage and found the rental car stand just outside the terminal. It was a crystal clear day, cold, but not a hint of clouds in the sky as he stepped up to sign for his rental car. He drove away smiling, hoping that his return trip would find him flying again with Corey on board.

"How was your flight, sport," Garrett asked, with a smirk that told Sean he knew what Sean had done.

"Great...how was yours?" he asked.

"Fine, but I wish I had joined the club," he said with a wink and vanished into the crowd that was getting on a shuttle bus.

Sean walked over to the rental car, through his bags in the trunk and got into the car that was already warmed up for him. He glanced at the clock in the dash and it read five after eleven. He settled in and drove away, knowing that he had another hour or so before he arrived at his house.

As Sean approached his home in the Berkshires, the ground was covered with a fresh blanket of snow. The sun's rays were blinding as they danced off the snow. He looked off in the distance and saw his house, smoke rose from the chimney and he smiled. It would be warm inside, Jason, the man that lived down the road had been diligent in getting the house ready for his arrival.

"Why did I leave this town," Sean asked himself as he turned up the long, winding drive.

The pine trees bowed majestically with snow as if they knew that he was coming home. Jason had decorated the house with fresh garlands of pine and spruce, mixed with white lights, just as Sean had requested. All the windows had a wreath and a burning candle, which seem to give the two hundred year old house a touch of the Currier and Ives appearance.

"Welcome home, Mr. Connolly," Jason said in greeting, as Sean got out of the car. "Everything has been done as you requested," he added as he shook hands with Sean.

"Thank you so much, Jason, the house looks fabulous," Sean remarked as he took in the appearance of his house, with all the Christmas trimmings. "What kind of tree were you able to get?"

"A very majestic blue spruce and it stands just shy of ten feet tall, sir," Jason said proudly. "But where is Mr. Williams?" he asked, referring to Robert.

"We are no longer together, Jason," Sean happily said, causing Jason to arch a brow.

"I'm so sorry sir," he said sincerely.

"I'm not so please don't you be sorry either," Sean said. "It's a long story and let's just say this, goodbye to bad trash," he added.

"A story that I would love to hear while you are here sir, and I am sure that Carl will also," he said, referring to his own life partner.

"Oh, before I forget, I have a young Marine soldier coming to spend the holiday season with me," he said and again, Jason raised a brow. "No, no, it's nothing like that," he said and went on to explain the entire saga of Michael and how he had come to be entertaining the young man.

"When are you going to come back and take the helm of the town paper?" Jason asked, reminding Sean of the newspaper that had been a part of his family for as long as there had been a Connolly in Shelburne Falls.

"From the way I felt yesterday, Jason, I would say that I was home to stay. I had the worse day ever in all the time that I have been at the magazine, and to top it all off, Robert left me just as I walked into the apartment."

"Well let's get you inside where it's warm, and get one of Carl's hot toddies into you."

"Now that sounds grand," Sean said and followed Jason into the house.

The foyer was grand, a spiral staircase straight ahead and a towering blue spruce stood in the curve. It had been exquisitely decorated with various, antique ornaments that had been in Sean's family for generations.

"My God Jason, you and Carl have out done yourselves," Sean gasped as he feasted his eyes upon the tree.

The banister was trimmed with a pine and spruce garland, which had white lights intertwined and it perfectly matched the tree. Sean turned to his right and gazed at a smaller, nine foot tree that stood beside the lighted fireplace. The mantle was covered with sprigs of spruce and Douglas fir bows, mixed with various fruit and dried flowers. Candle light glowed, giving a soft warm feeling to the room, causing Sean to close his eyes and remember years gone by when he celebrated the holidays with his parents, when Shelburne House had been theirs.

"It is so good to be home, Jason," Sean said, and smiled when Carl came into the room, baring his famous hot toddy.

"Welcome home Sean, welcome home," Carl said sweetly and placed a soft kiss to both of Sean's cheeks before giving him the drink and still holding another for what have been for Robert. "Where is that charming mate of yours?" he asked, looking through the doorway into the foyer.

"We broke up and before you say another word, it was to long in coming," he said before Carl could burst into tears.

Carl was the sensitive one and he still cried, even after Sean told him about how Robert had cheated on him.

"Well regardless of the reasons, breakups are never easy," Carl said, cuddling close to Jason and resting his head against Jason's arm.

Sean sat with the two men and explained in detail about the soldier and sighed when he got to the part that he would be there until after the first.

"You could get lucking and he could turn out to be gay," Carl said, for he was always the hopeless romantic.

"My God Carl, he's a fucking Marine, and Marines are all male and never gay," Sean adamantly stated as if he were an authority on the Marines.

"Oh nonsense, Marines are like any other man, they just do a better job at hiding their sexuality," he stated as he if was the authority.

"Well I highly doubt that he is, Carl, and I am not looking to get right back into the fire of a relationship," he too adamantly stated. "Besides, if I want comfort of the sexual sort, I am sure that I can always count on you and Jason," he added.

Carl and Jason were men in their early forties and have managed to keep their bodies up through the years. Although Carl tended to be the feminine one, he was still quite striking in looks. He stood just about five-six and was slender, slender as if he had been a swimmer all his life. His hair was a copper color, thick and with a tendency to curl and had the most hypnotizing green eyes that Sean had ever seen.

Now Jason was all man, he stood six-two and had broad shoulders, rich brown hair and eyes and smile that could stop a train in its tracks. He had been the first person that Sean had come out to, and he and Carl had initiated Sean into the world of gay sex. He and Sean had taken turns fucking Carl, a dedicated bottom.

"You know sweetie, we both look forward to time spent with you, sexually as well as friends," Carl said, placing his warm hand on Sean's knee and giving it a squeeze. "My derriere can still feel you from the last time you were in it," he said and blushed profusely at his remark.

"Carl please, remember yourself," Jason scolded, "you don't want to embarrass the boy," he added.

"He's not embarrassing me Jason, and I do look forward to sharing a romantic evening with the two men that taught me all I know about gay sex."

"I doubt that what you know came all from us, but thank you Sean," Jason said laughing. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have our own tree to get to," Jason stood and after Carl and Sean did also, they all shared a warm and lustful kiss goodbye.

"I'm sure that we will see you later sweetie," Carl said and gave Sean's crotch a hearty fondling.

"I remember, dinner promptly at six and desert upstairs in the bedroom to follow," Sean said and chuckled when Carl blushed again.

He closed the door softly behind them and turned, leaning against the door as he contemplated the next two weeks with his Marine.

"My God, a fucking Marine," he muttered and taking his luggage, he went upstairs to his bedroom.

"Dinner was fabulous Jason, I must remember to tell Carl so," Sean said, looking over at the empty place at the table. "I'm so sorry to hear about his mother," he added.

"Well she's getting on in years and when her neighbor called to say she fell, we had no idea how bad she was. I was going to go with him, but he insisted that I stay, and to make sure that I showed you a good time after dinner."

"Are you sure Jason, because I think it better that we wait for Carl so that he can enjoy it with us," Sean said, feeling like he was doing something dreadful behind Carl's back.

"I told him the same thing Sean, but he just scolded me and left," Jason said laughing, reaching over and placing his hand firmly to the nape of Sean's neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"This will be like old times Jason, when I was thirteen and had just come out to you." Sean said, walking hand in hand upstairs to Jason and Carl's bedroom.

"I remember Sean, and I also remember how hard you worked to convince me that it was alright for me to go to bed with you."

"I remember how you kept telling me that I was just a kid and should wait until I was older to have sex."

"I still feel that what we did was wrong and hell boy, I would still be in prison if we had gotten caught," Jason said.

"But we didn't get caught and you were so gentle and caring with me, as you taught me how two men loved one another."

"It was a loving time for us, wasn't it," Jason asked as he led Sean into his bedroom. "I remember how you screamed like a girl the first time I sunk my cock into your virgin ass. Do you still scream like that?" he asked and Sean shook his head and smiled.

Sean stepped up to Jason and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, while Jason did the same to Sean. Sean splayed his finger through the dark brown hair that covered Jason's chest, thickly, pausing at his nipples to give them a tweak.

"I love all your hair, Jason, it makes feel warm and secure," Sean purred as he laid his cheek against the richness of Jason's hair and closing his eyes for but a moment.

Sean stepped back and saw how the moonlight played upon the room as it filtered in through the window. It softy touched upon Jason's exposed chest, as if caressing it with his fingers of light.

Sean's hands slowly undid Jason's jeans; Sean placed his thumbs into the waistband, and eased them down to his pool around his ankles. He could always count on Jason going commando, and Sean dropped to his knees in adoration of the man before him, taking his soft cock into his mouth.

Jason gasped when Sean fully engulfed his cock, entwining his fingers through Sean's lush head of hair. The moon's light made Sean's hair look like strands of gold as Sean's head bobbed up and down on Jason's cock, quickly getting it to its full hardness.

"How I have missed that mouth of yours, Sean," Jason whispered his voice thick with lust as he moved slowly in and out of Sean's mouth.

Sean sucked hard and slow on Jason's cock while his hand gently fondled his low hanging balls. Jason moaned, he was getting close and he didn't want to cum in Sean's mouth. Jason wanted to make love to the lad, and take his time as he replayed in his mind that first time many, many years ago with Sean.

He pulled his cock from Sean's eager mouth, helped him to his feet and finished undressing him before he lifted him into his arms. As their mouths met in a lustful kiss, Jason walked with Sean to the bed and gently set him down upon it. Jason crawled in and covered Sean's body with his, again capturing Sean's mouth with a kiss.

"Mmmmm, make love to me, Jason," Sean whispered against Jason's lips.

Jason reached over to a bedside table, took out the lube and a condom. He sat up between Sean's spread leg and gently lubed Sean's ass.

"No condom this time, Jason," Sean whispered as Jason's fingers moved around in Sean's ass. "I want to feel you inside me and when you shoot, I want to feel each burst as you fuck me."

"Are you sure honey, and I can assure you that both Carl and I are clean of all disease."

"So am I handsome, I just got back my results last week," he replied. "So please, would you bareback me, honey?"

"I'd love to sweetie, but lets keep this between you and I, ok?"

"Ok Jason, for I would not ever want to hurt Carl," Sean said. "How do you want me, on my back or stomach," Sean asked.

"Just as you are so I can look into your gorgeous blue eyes and kiss you as I slide my cock into you," Jason said, lowering his cock to Sean's entrance and his lips to Sean's, thrusting in fully as his tongue dueled with Sean's.

Sean arched his back when fully impaled, and he grabbed the sheet in his fists as Jason began his slow rhythm. Jason always marveled at how Sean could take every inch of his twelve inch cock, when Carl barely took ten of it.

"You let me know if I am hurting you, babe," Jason said and he could see that Sean was in another world all together as Jason's cock moved effortlessly in and out of him.

Sean wrapped his legs around Jason's waist and thrust his ass up each time that Jason plunged his cock in. They moved together as one in mind, body and soul, and Sean reminisced about his first time with Jason when he was just fourteen.

Jason could see how Sean's eyes were glossing over and he knew how much he loved the boy. Had he not been dating Carl then, he would have asked Sean to be his mate, but Sean had aspirations of greater things than what this little town and its country newspaper could offer him. So Jason had remained content having Sean whenever they could sneak away, and in later years, when Sean would come home for a visit, they would always get together.

"Fuck me Jason...harder, faster...oh fuck I'm gonna cum," Sean howled, feeling his balls tightening as his seed churned for release. "Aaaagggghhhh fuck I'm cumming," he shouted and erupted with volcanic force between their bodies.

That was all it took to push Jason over the edge and he too erupted deep within Sean. "Take it baby...oh fuuuuuuuuck take it," Jason cried out and blasted Sean's insides with a massive release of cum.

Both men were heaving and thrusting as their climax took them to paradise. Sean was the first to end his climax and he pulled Jason down to his cum covered chest and kissed the man heatedly as Jason spewed the last of his seed in him.

"Have you any idea how much I have been in love with you," Jason asked after, while they cuddled close together. "If you had been eighteen instead of fourteen, I would have asked you to be my mate instead of Carl."

Sean was taken back by Carl's confession, for he too had been in love with the man back then. But when he and Carl moved in together, he figured that Jason had chosen Carl over him. They went a long time before Jason introduced Carl into his love affair with Sean. At first Sean and Jason had to pretend like it first happened so that Carl didn't think that Jason had cheated on him. But as time went on and the three of them continued their tryst, Carl grew comfortable with the three of them having sex.

"Why didn't you ever tell me Jason that you were in love with me, because I was so in love with you also? Now babe, I could never hurt Carl, for I love him as much as you," Sean said, resting his face against Jason's fur covered chest.

"Don't get me wrong honey, I am in love with Carl, but you were the first one that I loved," Jason confessed and tenderly...passionately kissed Sean.

"Come spend the night, darling," Sean asked, noticing the time.

"I can't, it would be wrong for Carl to come home and find me sleeping with you in your bed. He knows that you and I were going to do this, and he approved, but he would not approve of something as intimate as spending the night together as if mates." Jason explained and Sean completely understood.

"I understand Jason, but sadly, I must return home so that I can get some sleep before Ranger Rick arrives tomorrow."

"The rangers are the army, and you are getting a Marine," Jason reminded him, kissing him one last time before they got up and got dressed. "So babe, are we on for Christmas shopping tomorrow," he asked.

"Sure, but seeing how its so late, let make it for twelve," he said and Jason agreed.

Sean was sound asleep when he was startled by the ringing of his doorbell. He jumped from the bed and gazed at his clock, twelve-fifteen it read.

"Shit, I was suppose to go with Jason and Carl today to Christmas shop," he said and through on a pair of boxers and ran down the stairs to explain.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he paused a moment to fuss with his bed head hair. Sighing that it was as good as it was going to be without a shower, he flung open the front door.

"I just got up and..." he froze mid-sentence, when he saw a Marine standing there in his dress blues, and his eyes were taking in Sean's half naked body.

"I sorry that I am a day early, but Mr. Reynolds assured me that it would be alright," the handsome Marine said, turning his back so that he didn't embarrass Sean any more than he already was.

"Huh...Reynolds...oh my God, you're the soldier that is coming for the holidays," Sean gasped, standing back and glowing a rich red from embarrassment. "Come in...shit... sorry but come in the air is freezing," he said and stepped aside to let the young man in.

"Is it an old New England custom to greet all visitors this way," he mused.

"No and you weren't expected until tomorrow, Michael, so you get what you get, sorry," Sean said a bit angrily and closing the door a bit too hard. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go throw something on and make myself more presentable," he said, taking his time as the climbed the stairs.

He could feel Michael's eyes on him as he went, "you do know its not polite to stare," he snapped and continued up without turning to look back.

"Yes sir...sorry sir," Michael said and chuckled at Sean's embarrassment.

To be continued...

This story is a twist on an old Christmas classic that I watched the other night. I do hope that you enjoy it and look forward to hearing what you think of my story at: christoskastellanos@yahoo.com Thank you, Christos.