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WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 12
Matt was as nervous as a cat on the drive to my parents' house. We shared the driving which made the ten hour trip a lot easier on me and kept his mind off his worry about meeting my parents.
I was used to driving it by myself, but it was nice having company for a change. The whole way Matt wondered out loud about how my parents would receive him, what my aunts and uncles would say, what the cousins would say, and generally whether he would be accepted at all. I did my best to reassure him, but he was still pretty wound up by the time we pulled into the driveway of my parents' house.
We were just getting out of the 4Runner when my mother came flying out the door. She must have been watching for us from the window. She ran over to me and gave me a big hug and kiss. Mom's a tiny woman about five feet tall and 100 pounds soaking wet so I had to bend down for the hug.
After hugging me, she moved over to Matt and gave him a hug also. "Matt, I'm so glad you could come to spend Christmas with us. Just call me either Gwen or Mom." She grabbed both of us by the hand and started toward the house. "Come on in. I hope you didn't eat any dinner, I've got a roast all ready to serve."
Matt looked over at me, and the expression of relief on his face was so comical I had to laugh. We followed my mother into the house and were met by dad.
He grabbed me in a hug. "Welcome home, Son. We're glad the snow melted enough for you to get here." He turned to Matt. "Matt, I'm Andy. We're glad you're here." He took Matt's hand in both of his and shook it.
"Thanks, Mr. Griffith...I mean, Andy. I really appreciate your letting me come up to stay for Christmas."
"Listen, with the size of this extended family, no one will notice and extra person at the gatherings. And as far as this house goes, Gwen has been cooking up a storm for a month. Gary and I have to have some help eating all that food."
"Speaking of food," my mother joined in, "you all go wash up while I put dinner on the table. Andy, you need to carve the roast."
After dinner, we stayed around the dining room table drinking coffee and talking. Mom and Dad were careful to draw Matt into the conversation, and I could see him becoming more relaxed as the evening progressed.
We finally got up from the table about ten. Mom did the dishes while Matt, Dad, and I brought all the stuff from the 4Runner into the living room. I put my presents around the tree to join the mountain of wrapped packages that were already there.
Just our suitcases were left by the front door. There was a slight awkward silence which was broken by Dad saying, "Matt, we didn't know if you would want the guest room or would be sharing Gary's room with him." Dad put his hands on both of our arms. "I watched you two during dinner, and my bet is that you'll want to share a room."
Both Matt and I blushed deeply. Dad started to move away from us, but then turned back to me. "You did well, Son."
He left the room to go help mom with the dishes leaving Matt and me with open mouths and embarrassed smiles.
"Well," I said, "I think it's time to go up to OUR room." I grabbed my suitcase and started up the stairs. Matt followed.
"I can't get over your parents. My dad would be in a rage at this point. Is your whole family this accepting?"
"No, but the ones who aren't won't say anything."
I closed the door of my old room and Matt melted into my arms. We kissed and then got ready for bed. We came together under the covers and quietly, slowly, and lovingly explored our eager bodies. We ended up in a 69 bringing each other to a climax at the same time. Matt moved back up to snuggle against my chest. We kissed and shared the remains of our ejaculations in our mouths.
"I'm glad I came with you. I've never met anyone like your parents. They make me feel so welcome."
"That's because you are welcome," I whispered as I kissed the top of his head.
We fell asleep in each others arms. I decided that I could get very used to this.
The next day was the day before Christmas Eve. After breakfast, Matt said that he wanted me to show him around my hometown so we made our excuses to Mom and Dad and headed out. When we got in the 4Runner Matt said that he first wanted to find some presents for my folks. We went down town, parked the car, and walked around. I played a mixture of tour guide and shopping consultant. He picked up a kitchen gadget for my mother and a new murder mystery book for my dad.
After shopping we drove around the town. I pointed out all the local sights and the houses of the aunts, uncles, and adult cousins. I think Matt was a little dumbfounded by all of the relatives since he only had his parents and brother.
The day seemed to fly by, and I realized that I'd been doing most of the talking. I mentioned that fact, but Matt said that he needed to learn all that he could about me. He said that he'd always wished for grandparents and more relatives while he was growing up, and he had really envied his friends who had loving families.
It was turning dark when we finally got back to my parents' house.
The aromas coming from the kitchen told us that mom had been busy. Dad got us all drinks before dinner. Scotch for Dad and me. Beer for Matt, and wine for Mom. We sat in the living room enjoying the drinks, the company, and the Christmas Tree.
Dinner was another great feast. Matt and I shooed my parents into the family room after dinner telling them that we'd clean up the kitchen. At bedtime, Matt took his shower first. When I finished mine, I walked into our room. Matt was already in the bed with the covers turned down on my side. He had the covers down just far enough that I could tell he was naked. My dick started to harden almost immediately.
He just smiled his off-center smile, crooked his finger at me, and said, "Come here. I've got something for you." With that he moved the bed covers revealing his erect cock.
I didn't need another invitation. I joined him in the bed and we spent the rest of the evening kissing and sucking before bringing each other to our climaxes and then drifting to sleep in each others' arms.
The next day was Christmas Eve, and it was my parents' turn to host the family Christmas Eve feast and gift exchange. Of course that meant that right after breakfast Mom began ordering Dad, Matt, and me around to get ready for the event. We cleaned the house (it was almost spotless before, but Mom wasn't satisfied). We moved furniture. We got folding chairs up from the basement. All the while, Mom cooked. This never made any sense to me, because everyone in the family always brought food, but she cooked enough for another army. She must have dirtied every pot and pan in the kitchen three times over, and Matt, bless his heart, washed everyone of them.
We stopped all the preparation around three and got cleaned up. The family started arriving around four, and by five the house was packed. Matt was introduced as my "friend" and several of the male cousins recognized his name from the sports pages. The word spread, and he had instant status with all of the male relatives (and some of the females). Every once in a while, he would disappear, and I would find him in the family room with all the younger cousins playing some card game or board game or a video game on the TV. It was again obvious that he had a real talent for connecting with kids.
Everyone ate too much for dinner. The gift exchange was outright pandemonium, but everyone managed to say thank you to the right person, and by nine folks were leaving to get the young cousins in bed before Santa Claus arrived.
When the last person left, we all cleaned the house and did the dishes once again before going to the Christmas Eve service at our church. Of course, a lot of the relatives were there at the church so we had more rounds of hugging and kissing before and after the service.
It was after midnight when we got home. Mom and Dad went to bed immediately while Matt and I stayed down in the living room.
"I've never been hugged so much in my life," he remarked as he sank into the cushions of the couch.
"That's what I grew up with," I said as I settled in beside him.
"Do you always all get along like that?"
"Most of the time. We have some petty family squabbles, but they're all forgotten at holiday time."
"I really like your family. Everyone was so nice to me."
"That's because they don't know you yet the way I do."
He looked at me in feigned surprise, "Boy, that honeymoon didn't last very long. Reality is already setting in. Come on, let's go to bed."
We climbed the stairs hand in hand, brushed our teeth, climbed into bed and snuggled next to one another.
"Merry Christmas, Matt."
"Merry Christmas, Gary. I love you."
"I love you too, Matt."
We all slept late on Christmas morning. Mom fixed a big breakfast and then we began opening presents. Matt was astounded that there were presents under the tree for him from my folks, and they were touched by his presents to them.
Mom fixed another gut-buster dinner, and then we all sat in a post dinner stupor and watched Christmas specials on TV. That night in bed Matt told me it had been the best Christmas of his life. He had thought this sort of Christmas happened only in the movies. Our love making seemed especially gentle that night, but our climaxes still left us completely satisfied, and we drifted to sleep wrapped around each other.
We stayed at my parents' for another two days before packing the 4Runner to head back. As we were leaving, Mom gave both of us a hug and kiss with tears in her eyes.
Dad grabbed me in a bear hug and whispered in my ear, "Take care of Matt, Son. I can tell that he loves you a lot."
Then he grabbed Matt and gave him a bear hug. Dad whispered something in his ear, and I saw Matt's eyes begin to glisten with tears. By the time we were in the car and starting out the driveway Matt was crying openly.
"What did my dad say to you?"
He grabbed my right hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. "Your dad said, 'Welcome to the family. I now have two fine sons.'"
That brought tears into my own eyes, and I had to blink hard to keep from running off the road.
(To be continued)