The Thunder Storm By: ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com Chapter Five Christmas Eve
Jean had been with me for several days. The days were passing too fast and the nights were even faster. I had cooked for him and he had cooked for me.
I went with him to his condo for a few things he wanted to bring over to my place and was astonished at the how sparse his unit was. He had a couple of plastic chairs like most "mart" style stores carried...and a folding army cot with a sleeping bag on it...in his bed room. Other than that...his unit was devoid of furniture.
This wasn't living...it was just existing. Yet he did not complain. He gathered some addition articles of clothing and some books...and returned with me to my condo for Christmas Eve.
Although I am a man of some faith...my new friend was devout Roman Catholic. When he invited me to go with him to a Christmas Mass...I was taken off guard. I had not been to church since Lilith had died. The look in his eyes said that he would go with or without me. He had cared about my feelings in ever regard and I could not just brush him aside in this request. The Catholic church was a six block walk and the snow had stopped at mid day. It would resume in the night. Jean wore a sweater and slacks. I was not used to such informality at church...but following his example... dressed and accompanied him to Mass.
I remembered, later , how impressive the program had been and how the music had lifted my spirits. Some of my colleagues from the university came over afterwards to shake hands and to exchange greetings. I introduced them to Jean and told them that we were neighbors and friends. If they wondered about our friendship and our age difference...they kept their own counsel.
After the Mass...we were unexpectedly invited to a colleagues home to join them for dinner. Our hostess said to me. " It must be nice to have company for Christmas with your son's away. I can not imagine spending Christmas alone."
I reassured her that it was indeed nice to have a house guest for Christmas.
Our host insisted on driving us home and it was nice to get there. As much as I had enjoyed the day, the Mass, the dinner party and the social...it was nice to be home...with Jean beside me.
Christmas Eve was drawing close to an end. In a matter of a few hours Christmas Day would ring with the striking of the hall clock. Jean and I had showered together as soon as we returned home and enjoyed the cascading hot water on our cold bodies. We dried each other off with towels that we had warmed in the electric clothes dryer during our shower...and now were laying in each other's arms in the bed.
I rolled him over on his back and lay on top...kissing him softly and enjoying his scent...now radiating of soap and shampoo. I kissed his face and his neck and then moved downward running my tongue through the black chest hair. Pausing at the nipple, I ran my tongue over and around it before moving to the other side to do the same. I bit down ever so slightly on each and he arched his back and moaned. I moved lower...running by tongue in his belly button and then moved lower...rubbing my chin in his black pubic hair. His penis had become stiff and erect and it reared up to tap my chin. My wet tongue slid down his shaft several times before I opened wide and slid his dick deep into my throat. He lunged forward with his back arched again...enjoying the intensity of my gestures. I moved my tongue around his balls and then lower. He turned on his side away from me...exposing his sphincter. I wet it down thoroughly with
my tongue and pushed against it...making him whimper. I pulled him back over and went down on his dick again and with my left hand...massaged his sphincter...and slowly inserted my finger as far as it would go. For the next twenty minutes...I edged him to his intense delight.
He grabbed my left hand and pulled my finger out of it's warm hiding place and said, "Mon Amis...it is my turn to delight you."
And delight me he did. He repeated almost to every detail what I had done to him. The sensation was so intense that I was not sure I could hold back. Finally he pulled out his finger and said that we needed a break. We lay in each others arms for some time as the hall clock struck midnight. Christmas Day had suddenly arrived.
"Been, I am going to lay on my back. I want you to turn around and get over top of me. I want to feel you hanging in my face."
I did as he asked. His erection came up to greet me, and I went down on it as far as I could go with out gagging. Likewise, he grabbed my cock and put it into his mouth. In a muffled voice, he said, "I like theese position. The view is incredible" He reached up and reinserted his finger into my sphincter and was tapping my prostate gland. Each tap felt like an orgasm.
We continued to edge one another for what seemed like a long time. I felt pressure building in my groin and told him, " You had better slow down or stop or you are going to get a mouth full." But he refused to do either...and in just a matter of minutes I was ejaculating a fresh load into his mouth and having an orgasm of amazing intensity. In my youth, I was called `the screamer'...and now I was screaming again with excitement.
"Sssshhhhh", whispered Jean..."the neighbors will figure out what we are doing." Then he laughed. At that point I did not give a flying flip who heard what.
I laid on my side facing my partner and gasped for air. He had just given me the most intense sensation I had ever felt. The few days before were good...very good...but tonight's orgasm was the best I could ever remember. I got up and went into my bathroom to take a piss and Jean followed to do the same. When he returned...I was laying on my stomach as if all the wind had been knocked out of my sails.
He came around and laid down on top of me. The warmth of his body was like being wrapped in a warm wool blanket. His tongue tickled my earlobes and he kissed the back of my neck. Rising up, he massaged my neck, shoulders and back...kneading the muscles and feeling my musculature totally relax. Then he laid down on top of me again and resumed kissing my neck.
"Been...theese has been the best Christmas week end I have had seence I was a leetle boy.
Eet has been so nice to have been here with you. Been...I think I love you. I do love you."
He resumed kissing my neck and shoulders.
I turned my head to the side and responded, "I love you too Jean. There isn't anything that I do not believe that I would do for you."
Jean move to the other side of my neck and started kissing my ear again. As he did this, his dick which had been laying against the crack of my ass was getting harder and harder again after he had peed. I felt it push deeper towards my sphincter. I arched my back to welcome it.
"Are you ok weeth theese," he asked.
"Yes...very ok with that...but a little lube might be in order...'big boy' ", I remarked with a grin.
Jean reached for a heavy lube and deposited a generous amount on my sphincter and applied an equal amount to his throbbing penis...put it back in place and slowly started to push in. In just a matter of seconds he was as deep as he could go. As he bore down on it...I could feel the rod pulsate against it's track. He inched out a bit and then pushed deep again. The nerve endings in my sphincter and prostate produced an electrical shock with in my groin at every little micro movement...pushing in and pulling part way out then pushing in again. I wondered how long he could keep up the stroke before he exploded. To the credit of his younger age...he kept the stroke for an incredible amount of time. It was long enough to give me a second orgasm as his dick rubbed against my prostate. Although the ejaculation was not as much as the first one...it was every bit as intense. He gasped as he exploded with in me. In and out, in
and out, in and out...until his strength was gone. He continued to lay on top of me for another twenty minutes or so...before he regained his strength and was able to roll over and hold me in his arms. We grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to our chins...and lay in a spray of semen all over us. It was daylight when we awakened.
Christmas Day was snowy. The snow had continued through out the night and it was doubtful that there would be much traffic with in the community today. The weather station on the TV called for continue accumulation. Jean and I lay facing each other in an entangled embrace.
Jean, I said, " I have never been as happy as I am at this very moment. What a night...and what a great companion you are."
He reached over and kissed me again on the lips. " Eet has been wonderful, mon amis. I deed not want eet to end."
"It does not have to end. Stay with me. I have plenty of room and you can save the expense of leasing your unit. Stay here with me. I want and need you."
" Are you sure, amis? You could geet tired of me being under zee foot."
"No, I am sure. I need you and I want you...stay with me."
Jean stayed with me through his graduation from college. My sons accepted him when we told them of our relationship. They said that it was a surprise...but if I was happy...they were happy for me. Jacob married his girl friend and has two sons of his own. Levi dated a girl in England for a couple of years then parted company. Later he met a Frenchman too...and as far as I know...they are spending a lot of time together. After Jean graduated from the university...he was offered a position in the foreign language department here. We are still together. His fondness for me has not waned and as one who has practiced total fidelity...I have had no one in my bed but him. We are growing old together. I love him as much today as I did when we first connected. Amazing how a thunder storm was the instrument that brought two kindred spirits together.