Your Christmas Dream Is Calling
By
Timothy Stillman
It's Christmas Eve, 2008, and you have the evergreen in the far left corner of the living room. You are reading by the lamp next to it, on the couch, the color wheel on the tree making circles of red and brown and gold and green. It's Christmas break and you've presents to open. The home is warm and the kitty cat is asleep on the blanket beside you. You are drinking Boiled Custard. The novel is a suspense by James Patterson. You virtually devour his books, roller coaster rides and exciting. But he can't hold your eyes tonight. After all it's almost midnight, almost Christmas Day. You've much to reflect on.
Mostly it's him who causes the reflection. Mostly it's how much you love him. And you think he does not never will love you. How wrong you are. Turn to the Christmas tree with all its garland and Christmas balls of gay color and the angel on top the tree and see kneeling there before you your Christmas dream come true--him. He is me. And he kneels by the tree and smiles up at you. Your dream is here. And he is for no one but you.
I am here for you and naked I am with my hard on for you . I am everything you want me to be. Just as you have imagined for so long. I reach to your hand and I take it in my warmth and say "I adore you." As you look at my face and my smile and my body, as you put down your book, and I bring you to me, careful don't wake the kitty, come sit by the tree and let me love you and this is my Christmas gift from me to you and you are perfect. You are gentle and lovely and tender, I say, as I slowly reach over to take off your shirt and jeans and your boots and I say oh how could there be any one lovelier than you.
If you have been alone, studying the crowd, or lost in books at home watching DVDs, thinking of me and wondering how I am to the touch, here rub my boynips and feel how hard you are making them. My chest is for you and I want you to lean your face down to it and let me cuddle your cheeks with my hands as I want you to kiss my fever warm chest and lick my boynips and then I raise your face upwards and kiss your lips, and say to you, I've waited for you so long and you taste of fresh honey and springtime for sure.
You are now naked and knowing I will go away. You turn your head down, eyes closed, but I put my hand to your chin and slowly softly turn your face to mine. I kiss your lips and hold you close in my arms. "Christmas is love," I tell you and I touch you all over with a hand held to the wonder of you. You smile at me, and I touch your thighs and your hands and I kiss them by the Evergreen winter soft aroma, and put your hand on my hard on. It half leaps in your hand that, as you have always done, is tentative, knowing the pain of going away. I press your hand and fingers to me. I hold your penis with the awe and the grace it deserves and I say "How lovely you are" and everything about you that you ever thought of with shame or embarrassment, I teach you to see these are the glorious things about you--the things that make you you.
I rub your sides and look closely at you and take your penis in my hand and massage it gently as I ask you to please do the favor of doing it to me as well. And Christmas calls your name and fresh snow is falling and the kitten purrs and happiness is ours as you examine my naked body and I respond to you alone as I kiss your hair and forehead and touch between your legs and lay the side of my face on you and warm your hard on and your balls as I say whisper soft words of the exact kind you want to hear, as we lie beside each other, you and I, and we dance a sexual ballet, our legs entwined, the soft golden hair, the fingers touching and the lips licking and our bodies so tightly together that we have become one, our breaths soft and warm and fine on each other. Tracing the territory of you. And of me.
Our penises hard and throbbing as I put my hand on your butt and feel your fleshy globes, that are just right for feeling and tasting, and I kiss your closed eyelids and our nerve endings experience nothing but unending joy, our giggles mingle and our arms go round each other and you are the reason I am here, you know, because Christmas is a time for joy and lack of fear and lack of sadness as you say to me, let me feel your cock in my mouth, let me taste and feel the fire of you, as I touch your cheekbones and think you are the finest poem ever worded, and I move to let you, as I say with some tremor, please would you?---
You take it to your lips as we hold in the snow cold silence outside and in here there is such merriment and in here you say to my penis slit, "hi there Mr. Guppy Lips." And we laugh as I noogie your head just a little and feel your lips on me and feel your tongue twirling round me as I hold your head as the colored lights go round and round, as your heart beats fast like mine and you are supreme boy machine, as I shudder and feel you take me up to my balls and begin to suck me little then fast as my eyes fasten on my cock in your lips and on your body swaying as your hips and legs move in and out and relax then tense muscles and I am going to cum, I tell you, I am going to come right this second--and you rush my dick in and out of your mouth, and you tangle my emotions a million different ways as you royally receive most worthless me, and your tongue and your lips and your mouth are wet and like warm sliver rushing my thick warm silver into the
massaging cave of you, and I put my hands on your arms and I call out your name right now, your name, and in between panting breaths, I say I love you, a million times, and thank oh thank.....
And you swallow my cum and I help with what you cannot catch, some on your lip, your chin, your left nipple--I lick the cum there away especially closely, and you laugh and dive into my arms and we lie on top each other and are so happy, so utterly delightfully full of each other as I turn round and begin to suck your cock, such a fine one, so pink and strong and good looking and your balls that are tight and hot in their chestnut sac, and you taste extraordinary and the all of your sexuality is at my mouth and you cry my name, this second, and you put your hands on the back of my head and say oh yes please mouth fuck me, and I take you in an inch at a time, making love to the greatest cock in the whole wide sexual word--
As you push yourself in and watch me make love to you, and the silence of the morning still dark and still hushed as though all of the world had stopped and you are the only important person in it, certainly for me. The world will start again only if you let it, only if you say the word as your beautiful peppermint cum, for the holidays, rushes into me and I hold and suck and play with your balls and you hold to me and I hold to you, and in time after rest you ask, would it be ok? No is it ok. No, I want to fuck you.
I nod, kiss your neck and go down on my hands and knees. And you enter me with such hardness and such courage and such assurance and we are then slowly then slower still then with half madness--we are you and I FUCKING and it feels of delicious hurt and joy and the opening of the sky with sunlight forever gazing down at us in more than mild jealousy and the grandeur that is solely yours and you come a bit more in me and coat my ass walls and I feel you fall on my back and hold to me and you are the greatest present I or anyone could ever want much less hope to receive and you stay lodged in me and lie on my back and we are heaving breaths and our lungs are masteries at impossibilities. As you say next next will you fuck...and I lie you on the floor beside me and I say, they were wrong about you, you are kind and handsome and gentle when need be and forceful when you know it calls for force--but in a decent and loving way; as you say will you go away too? As we drowse almost asleep.
I smile and kiss your shoulders--I whisper in your ear, "it will take time for you to believe, that I am not going away, and we shall have all the time in the world for me to prove it to you and for you to prove to me I am worthy of you." You open your eyes quizzically and I say, "Merry Christmas, darling." As you say it too.
So, to each of you in kind, never to be duplicated, always to be a person who has the right to be loved and who deserves all the best there is, I have meant in my story, to shower the light of love on you, a Very Merry Christmas this year and hope for that endlessly long anticipated peaceful New Year.