4:30pm Thursday evening, Christmas eve. The office was all decorated for the holidays when I finally got back from my business trip abroad. Christmas music played joyously over the inner com system as my employees celebrated by drinking spiked egg-nog, kissing underneath the mistletoe, and passing out early presents, -much to my dismay.
"What is the meaning of this?!!" I yelled, standing in the doorway of the elevator, dripping wet from the blasted snow that began falling like white rain all the way in from the airport.
Everyone at the office looked over at me in shock. I was not expected back in from my trip until the following Monday AFTER the holiday. But decided to cut it short when the business deal fell through.
"Who authorized this party?" I asked angrily, distinctly recalling that I told them NO Parties! "Take down those decorations! Stop that music! Get back to work before you're all celebrating in the unemployment line!" I yelled, scornfully.
People ran around like headless chickens, pulling down holly, flashing lights and Christmas ornaments. Others scurried to their desks to hide their pretty wrapped gifts and pretend they were working the whole time. While others still, ripped down the mini-tree which had grown in my absents.
I made my way to my office, then angrily slammed the door shut. I waited a few seconds until I was sure that they had all began to breathe sigh relief, before re-opening the door and informing everyone that I had intended to work their asses straight through Christmas the following day. I heard the whole room groan a collective sigh of misery, complaining that they had plans or long drives scheduled before I slammed the door again in their lazy holiday driven faces.
I walked over to my desk, flung my wet coat across the rack, then pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel's I'd had hidden in my desk draw for just such an occasion as today. It'd been hell. The business trip had been a bust. The hotel I booked didn't have my reservations. The rental I had broke down, and I didn't get the new accounts I had so desperately wanted. My trip had been a total waist of time, and money. I contemplated how many employees I should to lay off to compensate my loses.
I sat in my black leather swivel chair, and quickly downed the first shot. I could feel the liquor burning it's way down my throat as it warmed my chilled bones instantly. Outside my door, I could hear employees moving about. It would serve them right if I just closed down the place, move somewhere were the minimum wage was cheaper, and started all over again.
I poured myself a second glass of Jack, and quickly downed that as well. I leaned back in my chair. Looking out onto the busy streets below, I could see all the holiday shoppers rushing around for their last minute sales as an early snow blanketed the city. 'The fools'-, I thought to myself, -'wasting their hard earned money on foolish over priced presents and toys that won't be appreciated and broken in a matter of days'. I poured myself a third glass, then a forth. My memories began to blur, as did my eyes. It'd been a long flight, and I was tired. I figured I'd crash on the couch in my office before heading home that evening. Wasn't like I had anyone there waiting for me anyway.
Just then there was a lite tap on the door. I knew from the timid knock that it was my secretary -Joseph Harris.
"Come in!" I barked.
"Sir... It's 5 clock, the staff is getting ready to leave." he informed. "I just wanted to give you the reports you requested for your return on Monday. I was able to get them done a little early." he said, placing the files on my desk before me.
"Got them done early, eh?" I said, feeling the liquor numb me all over. "You were expecting to get out of here early for a 3 day weekend, weren't you?"
"Well... yes sir." he admitted. "Kim and I were hoping to take the kids up to see her parents in Carson for the holiday. It'd been two years since they saw my youngest son Jamal."
"Jamal?" I repeated. The name sounded familiar. "Is Jamal sick?"
"Yes. He was born with a birth defect. He needs to have an operation, or else..." choked Joe, trying to keep his emotions in check. "...the uh... the doctors don't know how much longer he'll be with us. They don't expect that he'll reach his 10th birthday." he said, holding back tears. I tried ignoring his fatherly display by eyeing over the reports he'd handed me, but Joe took it upon himself to quietly close my office door and approach my desk without permission. I looked up at him as if he were crazy. "Sir...I know I've come to you before about getting an advancement to pay for my son's medical expenses, but he really needs this operation bad."
"Just as he needed the last operation, and the medicine before that. How much longer do you expect me to keep footing the bills for your boy?" I asked, heartlessly.
"Please sir..." he begged, apparently at his wits end.
"I can't help you, Joseph." I said, getting back to my report.
"I'll do anything, sir..." he said, inching around my desk until he was standing right before me. To my surprise, he got down on his knees between my legs, his eyes dropping to the floor shamefully. "...anything."
Surely he didn't mean what I thought he did. While my sexuality wasn't really a secret around the office, I never advertised my preference for men, deciding instead to keep my work environment completely professional. Once (a few years ago) I had an affair with a male employee. He was a youngster, straight out of college and eager to work. Unfortunately he spent more time working ME, and spreading our indiscretions around the office than he did actual work. I fired him as soon as I realized what he was doing, but the damage had already been done, -made obvious by my assistant's current display.
I looked over at the closed door. It was the end of the day, and most of the employees were probably already gone, or about to leave at any minute. A blow job was certainly something I could get behind. It'd been months since I last had any sexual contact with anyone, and even then it was limited. Joseph was indeed a handsome man; tall, slim, -deep rich brown skin. And his "straight" status as a married man would insure that he would not spread our encounter around the office like my other employee had. But I just couldn't do it. I knew taking advantage of his situation would be wrong. And besides, I didn't want to be obligated to give him the money afterwards.
"I'm sorry Joseph, but I can't help you." I repeated, turning back under my desk.
"But...but, my son...he'll die if I don't come up with the money..." he whimpered, still on his knees.
"We ALL die at some point, Joseph. Just be grateful that you have the time now to spend with him." was my only console as I dismissed him.
Joe sat there for a moment, contemplating what I said before slowly getting up off his knees. He moped his way over to the door, looking even more lost than he did when he came in. I pretended to keep reading as he reached for the doorknob, and paused for a second.
"Sir?" he called, Turing his head in my direction. I looked up from my file as if he were disturbing me, when really all I wanted was another shot of Jack.
"Yes Joseph?"
"Do you believe in god, sir?" he asked, as if in a daze.
"I'm a realist, Joe. I believe in government, taxes, and the all mighty dollar. I'm a business man from the ole skool. If I can't see it, touch it, taste it, smell it, visit it, buy it, or kill it, it doesn't exist. And if it doesn't exist, how can I believe in it?" was my answer. I knew it was crude, but I felt I needed to make a point.
Joe stood there for a long moment, staring at me as if he expected to see the floor open up, and Satan himself to show up to drag me back down into the gates of hell. He looked absolutely dumbfounded as he slowly turned his back to me, and whispered "Merry Christmas Mr Jones" in a low voice as he walked out my office door and away from sight.
I poured myself one last glass, thinking how stupid this holiday was. I stood in front of my window, looking down on my employees as they exited the building bundled in the winter coats. I downed the last glass, then made my way over to the couch. I laid down, making myself comfortable as I began to drift off to sleep. I thought of my wasted trip, my financial status, and all of the money I lost with every national holiday posted. I thought of how I was ruining my employees plans for the holiday by making them work. It wasn't my fault that Christmas was on a weekday this year. I needed my employees here in order to keep production costs from putting me in the poor house. I also thought of Joseph, his wife Kim, and their sick little son Jamal. I felt sorry for the boy (really I did), but there was no guarantee that he would even survive the operation. What if I gave them the advance, and he died anyway? Then they'd have lost their son, and I'd be out of tons of money. If they were so religious, why didn't they just pray for a miracle? Where was their god when they needed him? I felt myself drifting off to a fast sleep, cursing them all as I declared their woes no fault of my own. It wasn't long before I was in a deep sleep, dead to the world as the snow continued to fall outside my window like white rain.
I first heard the stomp of heavy feet outside my office door. The sound awakened me, like a heavy base drum beating ancient African tribal notes. I sat up, angrily rubbing my tired red blood shot eyes. I figured it was probably that damn janitor, banging his old rickety bucket of his against the desks again.
I got up from the couch, feeling groggy from a long sleep. I looked at my wrist watch to find that I had only been asleep 5 minutes. But the windows showed that it was pitch dark outside, it looked to be well pass 5pm, perhaps seeming more like 10, or 11 at night.
Angrily, I opened the office door but soon discovered that no one was there. I looked around the empty office, feeling a deafening chill sweep through like an arctic breeze. I slammed the door shut, cursing the old ugly janitor and his rickety bucket, despite not seeing him there. I turned back around to head for my coat, when I suddenly came face to face with the old janitor wearing nothing but a Santa's hat.
"What the fuck...?!! How did YOU get in here?!" I yelled, surprised to see the 50+ maintenance worker standing before me totally naked, his exposed (extraordinarily long) penis rising ominously between his baked bean colored legs.
"Jeremiah Jones..." he said in a strangely erotic voice, "...I'm the Ghost Of Christmas Past, I'm here to take you back on a journey into your far memory."
"What? Ghost? Are you DRUNK, old man?" I asked angrily. "Why are you in my office? And NAKED of all things! You know I could have your JOB for this!" I said, trying to ignore his growing Python.
"You don't intimidate me, Jeremiah. I know what you are, and I know what you want." he said, flexing his enormously huge erection at me.
My eyes were fixated on it, I couldn't tear myself away from it's gaze as it's dance hypnotized me much like a Cobra does it's prey before striking.
"You... you're not intending to... to fuck me with that...that THING, are you?" I asked, fearing for my poor asshole.
"I most certainly am." laughed the ghostly janitor. "This is the prefect opportunity for employee to fuck management for a change, and I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it." he smiled, a near toothless grin on his aging gray face.
I could feel my asshole pucker in protest, and anticipation. It'd been so long since the last time I'd had a dick in me, that I was deathly afraid that my hole may have closed back up for good.
"You're crazy...!" I said, stepping back fearfully as I suddenly realized I was alone with this obvious lunatic. "You must be on drugs if you think I'm going to allow you to fuck me! I don't even know you like that! I'm calling security!" I exclaimed, turning to reach for the door knob.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, Jeremiah. You know you WANT this." he countered.
"I don't want Nothing from you, you OLD COOT!" I yelled, swinging the door open only to find the naked janitor standing on the other side.
"Well, it ain't like you have much of a choice in the matter." he said, blocking my way.
My mouth dropping open in amazement. I looked back into my empty office, then back at the Santa hat wearing janitor.
"How'd you...?"
"Magic!" was all he said. Then with a wave of his hand, I too found myself stark naked, standing before him in my office.
"Hey...! What the hell did you...?! HOW...?!? Wh... where are my clothes??!" I stammered, reacting quick with my hands to cover my naked front -modestly.
In an instant, the door slammed shut -locked, and the janitor was once again standing behind me in the office.
"In order for our journey to begin, we first must become ONE." he said, mysteriously.
"ONE? What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
That's when the janitor sank down to his knees behind me.
"Some men prefer lube when they cornhole someone..." he announced, bringing a gasp from my lips. "...me, I prefer a more natural lubricant."
With that, I felt the janitor pry open my tight buttock, then dig his face deep into the crevices of my ass cheeks. I fought to free myself from his oral licking, even as his long tongue grazed across my tingling butt hole like a wet snail.
Unconsciously I spread my legs apart, causing my ass cheeks to widen as the crazed janitor reached all the way up into my hairy crack with his tongue. I could feel the wetness lathering gobs of fresh spit into the dense valley. He pulled my cheeks even further, gaining a deeper access into my musky depths. I could feel my anal ring stretching as he darted his extended tongue in and out of me. I cooed and panted like a little girl against my will, unprepared for the excruciating delight my body experienced as he ate my ass so efficiently.
I was just really getting into the ass eating when he suddenly removed his face and stood up behind me, rubbing his hardon up and down the hot valley of my ass crack.
"You're ready." he announced, placing the head against my dripping hole.
"No, wait...!" I yelled nervously, feeling the head nudge into my hole. "...you need a condom!"
He laughed a deep throaty chuckle, then rammed himself forth. I felt my asshole scream open as his large dick pummeled its way half way up inside of me. It felt as if someone had stabbed me in my guts with a fire plug. My mind was still registering the pain, when he suddenly backed out all the way, then rammed himself back in. I screamed in holy horror as my asshole was ripped to shreds. The sadistic maintained man pulled out again, then rammed forward several more times before he finally buried himself in me all the way up to his hairy balls.
"There... how's that?" he beamed, flexing his hardon in my aching guts. "10 full inches of hard meat in your butt, I bet it's beginning to look a lot like Xmas now!" he laughed.
"You're killing me...!" I protested, struggling to break free.
"Nonsense. An old queen like you?" he said, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. "I know about all the late night visits to the BATH houses." he informed, much to my chagrin. "All those gang bangs and anonymous one night stands...it's a wonder your asshole isn't declared a medical hazard zone!"
Just then, a swirl of cold air blew open the windows, filling the office with a fidgety cold Arctic wind which blew around anything that wasn't nailed down. It was like being in the middle of a tornado, as papers, files, and furniture flew pass us like chicken feathers in the wind. An amazingly bright light soon followed, casting the room in a white-out. In this, I could feel a calming stillness guide our bodies silently as we were lifted off the ground. I felt my feet leave the floor as we levitated in mid-air for several minutes. I looked down as I hovered over my desk. It was a strange feeling, like being dead and watching your human body die as you float off into heaven. Gone was my fear. Gone was the initial pain my anus sustained upon penetration. The janitor was able to piston his fat dick in and out of me in long, steady strokes, while I adjusted to my new weightlessness. He held me by the waist as he fucked himself in and out of me, causing my asshole to yawn open under his steady pounding.
I could feel every inch of it's thickness pressing through me repeatedly as he took me into a bright light where time became aimless and reality still. We were in a void of nothingness, whirling in a sea of whited possibilities. All that I was aware of, all I could feel or care about at that instant, was the fat dick in my ass. This 50+ janitor rode me into the Past, his dick somehow guiding us where we needed to go as he humped it into me full throttle.
We floated above the snow stormed city from high above the ground. I was completely amazed that I wasn't freezing. I could see people on the streets below, rushing to get to the stores for shopping before closing, picking up gifts, or rushing to be with their families and loved ones. In the distance, a house began to form into view. I scarcely recalled it, somewhere from my distant past. The closer we got, the more familiar it began to look. It was my first home, the one I purchased with my ex-lover over 25 years ago. We started to descend as we got closer. I didn't want to go, but had little say as the Ghost janitor did all the flying for us.
Suddenly we were inside the house. It was as warm and toasty as I remembered. My boyfriend at the time (Mel), and I were hanging up decorations and kissing under the mistletoe like newlyweds. Mel was my first real lover, the first and only man I ever gave my heart to. We were only 21, fresh out of college and living on our own for the first time without supervision. This was our first Christmas together as an official couple, and we were at our happiest. Everything seemed to be going our way. I had just started my current business, and Mel had sent out his resume to several law firms and was waiting for a response. He had graduated at the top 10% of his class, and was eager to start working in a law firm. We often joked about how much money we would have rolling in once my business started thriving, and his career took off. We had so many promises, hopes, and dreams back then. We thought we'd be together forever. We were going to show the world just what 2 young hot blooded African American men with pride and determination could do in the world. We exchanged gifts, then began making love in front of the beautifully colored lights that danced majestically around our living room like a cheap imitation fire place.
I watched from above as Mel and I made love on the floor of our place. He entered me gently, my soft ass incasing him warmly as he felt the tightness of my anus surround his entire shaft. He moaned softly, looking down into my eyes as I gave myself up to him freely. I opened my legs wider about his body, inviting him to thrust deeper into me. He pumped away at my sweet interior, filling my firm buttock with his hardness upon every stroke. And I took all he had to offer, clawing at his hips and back as he set the pace of his impacts. He leaned down onto me, his lips seeking mine. We kissed passionately as he rode me to the brink of fulfillment.
Mel was an exceptional lover, and sucked lovingly on my tongue as he moaned into my mouth with the minted taste of candy canes (which we decorated on the tree). He pumped into me steadily, without let up as I urged him on with my excessive panting and heavy breathing. Soon the room was filled with the tender sounds of our slapping flesh as his hips collided with my buttock over and over. His hardon drove through me like a mac truck through a dark tunnel, ramming, slamming, and cramming its way through my wet walls with the strong intent of filling me with his hot passion. Finally when he could hold back no longer, I felt his dick begin to throb and swell deep inside my body. An instant later he was spilling surge after gut drenching surge of his precious ball juice into my receptive hole. Melvin gasped with baited breath as the cum poured out of him, filling my deep cave with enough juice to flood the system. I began to stroke my own raging hardon once I felt him cum inside me, and within moment I was spurting my own spunk between the two of us, showering us in a baptism of exploding semen.
Ghost-Past and I watched the entire scene with wide eyed enthusiasm as I recalled every second as it played out before us like an old movie.
"Isn't that Melvin McDaniels, your first love?" asked the janitor, slowly pistoning his hardon in and out of my stuffed bowels.
"Yes." I answered -sorely, not realizing how much I'd missed him over the years. Its amazing how much you can forget if you make yourself.
"Look at the two of you go at it. You must have fucked for hours that night." he said, holding me tightly about the mid-section while grounding his dick in me maddeningly.
"Yes, he loved fucking me." I smiled, recalling all the lost evenings wrapped up in each other's arms. We were both insatiable, neither of us could keep our hands (or dicks) off one another.
"And you sooo liked getting fucked by HIM, -obviously. So... what happened between you?" asked the janitor.
"I... don't know." I whispered, turning my head from the sight.
"Come ON now Jeremiah, I know better then that. Spill it."
"No." I answered, defying his request.
The janitor roared back with his hips, pulling the entire length of his ramrod free from my sucking passage before suddenly ramming himself all the way back inside me in one fast ass splitting thrust. I screamed for mercy as the janitor's dick seemed to pierce straight through my inner anal wall, ripping apart my vitals as if they were wet paper.
Tears rolled down my face in groves as my ass muscles clung to his meaty sausage for dear life. My insides throbbed achingly at his assault. He was letting me know that HE was still in the driver's seat.
"Let me ask again... what happened between the two of you?"
"Nothing!" I cried, refusing to answer.
"Nothing you say..." he said, whisking us away into another part of the house in a different place and time. It was nearly 6 months later, as Mel had finally gotten the break he wanted. A law firm in LA had sent him a letter requesting for a live interview with him. Mel did the interview, and was hired within a few weeks. This meant that he would be moving to LA, leaving ME behind. We argued about it furiously, fighting like cats and dogs. Mel saw it as his big opportunity to work at a prestigious law firm, and I saw it as the end of our relationship. Once it became apparent that he wasn't going to back down, I pretended not to care, but was secretly silently begging him to stay.
Mel left from my life soon after. It was horrible trying to go on without him. I dated a few guys, but no one could replace him. Sex without love was a poor substitute, and after a while, I didn't even want that anymore. I didn't want Mel to go, but my pride had kept me from saying so. I wanted him to stay with me because he wanted to, not because I had to beg him. I suppose I could have moved my business to LA to be closer to him, but I was selfish. I wanted my cake and eat it too. I wanted everything, but wasn't willing to open myself up to get it. So instead of fighting for Mel and our future, I let him go, -leaving behind 4 years of perfect friendship.
A few years later I heard that he married a woman from his firm. She and Mel had 3 kids together, and now have 2 grand children as well. He sends me Xmas cards and pictures of he and his family every year. He owns his own private law firm now, and seems to be doing quite well for himself. He also tells of how he misses me, and thinks of me often. How he's never found anyone who could replace me, or make him feel as lively as I did so long ago. He does all of this, without ever receiving one response from me. In 20 years, I've never returned or sent him back so much as a single post card.
"Seems like the two of you really loved each other." said the janitor, bringing me out of my day dream. Or should I say; my NIGHTMARE. "Is that why you've become so bitter and hateful towards the world?"
"Screw YOU!" I told the old man, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Who're you to judge me? You don't know the slightest thing about me!"
"I know arrogance, ignorance, and sheer stupidity when I see it." he said, making me feel foolish. "Mel LOVED you, with ALL of your hateful and selfish ways. He was your SOUL-MATE, and you practically pushed him away."
"Soul mate? HA!" I challenged. "If he was my soul mate, why'd he leave? Why'd he marry that... woman? Why didn't he come back to me?"
"Why didn't you ask him to?" asked the janitor. "He would have, you know. Had you just asked."
"How do YOU know??" I asked, flip.
"I'm a Ghost!" responded the janitor, broadly. "I know everything."
"I shouldn't have had to ask him!" I continued, mournfully. "He should have known how much I..."
"How much you... what?"
"...I... oh, never mind."
"You can't even SAY IT!" exclaimed the Ghost. I could feel his dick pulse inside me as he spoke. "You expect Melvin to know how you feel, to be able to read your mind, yet you can't even admit it to yourself. How was he supposed to know you were sitting here all this time waiting for him to come back to you, when you never once returned him a single card or letter TELLING him so?"
I sighed, feeling the janitor resume pumping his hips, just as I realized the truth in his words. "Tell me Jeremiah Jones..." he continued, working his stiff hardon in and out of my guts faster. "...in all your years together, have you ever told Mel that you loved him?"
Without waiting for an answer, the janitor began plowing my asshole with full force. I gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he tore into me like a wild stallion on his first mare. I felt powerless and helpless as the janitor fucked me at a phenomenal pace, -cramming every inch of his 10 inch schlong deep into my anal passage with ever increasing thrusts. He fucked me hard and strong, leaving no doubt in my mind just who had been in control during this whole ordeal. A single tear began to roll down my face as his strokes turned into single deep thrusts, signaling that his orgasm was just a moment away. I found myself begging him to cum, to end my painful torment with a burst of his Ghostly seed. A moment later I heard him groan, his voice like that of a dying man as a bright light once again came to consume us just as I felt an explosion erupt deep within my anus....
to be continues...