Adulting

Scotty’s Christmas Story

 I was in Wisconsin sitting at a table in an airport bar waiting for Kev and Randy. Their flight was supposed to land in about twenty minutes or so. We’re on our way home for Christmas, but my heart just wasn’t in it. I couldn’t talk Brad into coming home with me which really sucks! I was hoping he would change his mind. Kev even called him and tried to convince him, but he felt like he was butting in on family stuff. Well, at least he won’t be alone. Jordy and Marc are having a bunch of friends over and invited him. He promised to Facetime me on Christmas day. It was Christmas Eve and I was going with Randy and Kev to Randy’s mom’s house… ugh. I didn’t really want to go but they were my ride so I was kind of stuck. I texted Brad when I landed an hour before, but he still hadn’t responded he must’ve been in a meeting.

By the time I downed my Bloody Mary, Kev and Randy had walked into the bar and were moving towards my table. I got up and hugged them both so hard. “Fuck it’s cold here!” Kev said as he held me tight. God I love my brother. “You been waiting long?”

“Nah, just long enough to down a Bloody Mary” I said.

“Here. Mom and Pop wanted me to give you this” Kev said nonchalantly as he handed me an envelope with a greeting card in it. “Wait, They said I should film you when you open it, so they can see your reaction.” Kev grabbed his phone and said “Go!” then hit record.

I opened the card and read it out loud “Scotty, we couldn’t think of what to get you for Christmas. Kevin and Randy said this would make you happy.” I turned the card around and looked inside the envelope expecting to see a gift card or something, but there was nothing. Then I looked up at Kevin, he moved out of my site-line and there was Brad behind him with a giant bow on his head walking into the restaurant towards us. “BRAD??!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!” I pushed Kev out of the way so hard he almost fell over and ran to him, my heart was beating a million miles an hour, tears were flowing out of my eyes and down my face.

“Your parents called me and invited me. Then they sent me a plane ticket.” He looked at the camera and said, “Thank you so much Mr. and Mrs. Nicholls, I can’t wait to meet you both in person.”

Then Randy mugged for the camera “we told you it would make him happy!”

Kevin put the camera back on me and I said “Thanks Mom and Pop. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Kev held the camera high and pointed it at all of us and said, “Say Merry Christmas” We all did and waved and then he stopped recording and sent it to my parents.

I was still holding Brad tight “I can’t believe you’re really here” I whispered in his ear.

“You happy?” He asked. I just kissed his cheek “Good. God I missed you so fucking much.”

Once the camera was off I looked over to Kev and Randy. Randy handed me another envelope and said, “Here’s our Christmas gift to you guys.” I let go of Brad and opened it, he looked over my shoulder as I did. It was a hotel reservation for tonight.

Kev said “We’ll drop you off at the hotel downtown on our way to Randy’s mom’s and pick you up in the morning, so you guys can spend some time together”

“You guys, this is too much” I said still surprised that Brad was here. FUCKING BRAD WAS HERE!!

“It was a fuck of a lot cheaper than fixing up your Subaru like we did last year” Randy said and made Kev laugh. “Merry Christmas guys.” I was standing there still kind of in shock. Less than five minutes ago I was missing Brad and feeling sorry for myself, now here I was with my arm around him. “Let’s get the rental car and we’ll drop you guys off at the hotel. You better call Mom and pop.” Kev said. Brad went with Kev and Randy to get the car while I stayed back a and called my parents. Dad answered and put me on speaker, so mom could hear.

“I can’t believe Kev told you about Brad. But thank you.” I said.

“He didn’t” Pop said, “Randy did. He called me and told me that Brad was important to you and he needed to be with family. I figured I could make you both happy with one plane ticket. No brainer. Done.” I wasn’t sure how to respond. It was just my parents doing what they do, opening their home and turning strangers into family.

After a few seconds of silence I simply said, “I love you Pop and Mom.” They said I love you back and Mom got in the last word “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, and to meet Brad” then we hung up. I stood there for a second trying to compose myself and process what just happened in the last few minutes. I went from missing Brad to being with him… wait a minute? Why the fuck am I sitting here thinking about this? I ran, literally ran, to catch up with Brad. I found him at the rental counter and grabbed him in my arms. I just held him not giving a fuck who saw or what they thought. I. Was. With. Brad.

Kev shook the car keys “C’mon boys let’s hit the road.” We piled into the rented SUV and headed downtown. I was silent as I sat in the back seat with my head on Brad’s shoulder with and ear-to-ear smile on my face.

“Are you staying with me all week until we go to Vegas?” I asked hoping.

“No. I’m heading back to Phoenix on the 26th with Randy, we’ve got a lot to do to close out the year. But I’ll see you again in Vegas on New Year’s Eve.” He said kissing the top of my head. We drove quietly for a while after that.

Brad broke the silence “Your parents. What the fuck?” he said with a chuckle. Randy let out a huge laugh from the front seat.

“I told you” Randy said “These people are amazing. Mr. Nicholl’s is more of a father to me than my dad ever was.” Randy and my dad had bonded over the past year and were very close. When Brad told Randy about how his dad cut him off, Randy could empathize and kind of took Brad under his wing. He and Kev had Brad over for dinner a few times since Thanksgiving and Randy’s been watching out for him at work. When none of us could talk him into coming with us at Christmas, Randy called in the big guns. My Pop! When Pop heard the story he called him personally, convinced him to come and sent him a plane ticket. No one says no to Pop.

“They don’t know crap about me, but they sent me a plane ticket and invited me into their home. I just can’t get over that. What awesome people.” Brad said as he shook his head in disbelief.

“We’re so fucking lucky” Kev said from the driver’s seat. “Our parents love and support us no matter what.”

“God, the universe, the main goddess or whatever you believe in knew what they were doing when they gave them two gay kids” I said, “They handled it perfectly.”

“Yup, when I came it, it was like nothing” Kev added

“They took to me instantly and treat me like their own” Randy said, “I call them Mom and Pop. Mom Knitted me this sweater last Christmas, I live in Arizona for god’s sake!” We all laughed “But I love the hell out of it.”

“He wore it by the pool last week” Kev said laughing. We shared Mom and Pop stories while Brad just listened in awe. He had a weird look on his face, I had no clue what he was thinking. We were almost to the hotel when he finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just so fucking jealous” he said, “My father wishes I was dead, and my family isn’t allowed to talk to me.” I still had my head on his chest and could feel his chest heaving, he was holding it back, but Brad was starting to break down. The car got quiet as Kevin pulled up to the front door of the beautiful old hotel. We all got out of the SUV as Brad and I unloaded our stuff.

Randy walked over to Brad and hugged him. He whispered something in his ear, Brad started to cry on Randy’s shoulder, his breaths short and his chest heaving as he buried his face on Randy’s shoulder. Randy held the back of his head tight against him and kissed the top of his head tenderly holding his lips there like he was comforting a child. They stood there for a couple of minutes with Randy holding him tight until he calmed down and regained his composure. When he calmed down, Brad gave Randy a final squeeze and said “Thanks, Bro.” I realized that Randy was becoming the older brother Brad needed. Randy was his Kev.

Brad let go of Randy and came over to kiss me “Sorry, the Holidays are rough for me” He said. I just hugged him tight.

“Have fun you guys, We’ll pick you up at 9:00AM sharp right here, then off to Mom and Pop’s” Kev said then hugged me goodbye.

“Thank you for this guys. I was totally blown away. Best. Fucking. Bromo’s. EVER!” I said as I stood there holding Brad.

“Anything for my baby brother, Merry Christmas, Whoops” Kev said as he got into the SUV. Randy shot us a smile and climbed into the passenger seat… and they were gone. I was alone with Brad.

“Let’s go check-in” I said. Brad smiled at me. Damn, those fucking dimples!!! We walked into the hotel. Damn, this place was nice “Hi, reservation for Scott Nicholls” I said to the very cute desk clerk. He smiled and started tapping on his keyboard. He handed me the key and said, “You’re just staying with for tonight I see, and we have you in the Presidential suite.” He pointed us to the elevators and told us to call if we needed anything.

We rode the elevator to the top floor, found our room and opened the door. Wow, the room was beautiful. As always, Randy and Kevin went all out. “You okay?” I asked Brad as I put my bags down and walked towards him to embrace him. I just held him. I was so freaking happy.

“I’m good” He said and kissed my forehead. I love when he does that. Something about it was so comforting. “You know what Randy said to me…” he said as more of a statement than a question “He said…” He hesitated “He said… You’re not alone anymore, you’re family now” and then he hugged me tight and tears were running down his face. This beautiful, confident man was a fucking mess inside. At that moment I hated his fucking father.

“Brad…” I said extremely nervously “I’m not thinking about saying I love you anymore.” He looked at me curiously “I’m saying it. I love you Brad Westin.” That did it. The tears were gone, and his smile was back. “I know we’re just getting started, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I love you.” He kissed me.

“I love you too Scott Nicholls. I love everything about you. Your cockiness, your shyness, your manly body and your boyish charm. I love you… and I’ve wanted to say it on our first date but didn’t want to freak you out.” Then he kissed me lightly on the lips. Our little peck turned into a passionate kiss. Our passionate kiss turned into touching, feeling, and stripping. Clothes were flying around the room. Within minutes we were laying side-by-side on the huge king bed. It was early afternoon and sunlight was streaming through the window back lighting Brad’s handsome face as I stroked it with my hand and studied him with my eyes. This guy had been hurt, hurt bad, and I wanted to make everything better for him. He smiled at me and I melted inside.

I ran my hand up and down his strong torso, circling his nipples as he let out a big sigh. I was loving just being there with him, but I could not resist my urges. I licked his nipple then sniffed his arm pits. FUCK! His scent! I loved the way he smelled, it drove me mad. I Went right for the prize. I had every intention of taking it slowly and savoring him… that thought went out the window and I took his hardening, girthy man meat deep down my throat. “Oh god!” he moaned at my assault, moving his hand to the back of my head and holding it firmly. He moved his hips just a little pushing himself as deep as he could. I moved myself around, lifting my leg over his head and straddling his face. My cock was directly above his mouth and his eyes had a perfect few of my muscle butt. He reached up and grabbed my manhood ang guided in into his warm, moist mouth. I gasped and moaned it the wonderful feeling. He moved up and down my cock for a while then abruptly pulled me out of his mouth and pulled my ass down so that my hot, pink hole met his warm moist tongue. He licked and lapped at me for a few strokes, then shoved his tongue as deep into me as it would go. My ring willingly opened for him and he continued to eat me out.

Meanwhile my nose was buried in the soft, smooth skin of his scrotum. It felt so warm and sensual. His shaft was growing harder and harder in my mouth, filling me almost to the point of choking. I loved it. I wanted more. I retreated, then went deep again making him writhe underneath me wanting more. I moved my hands to the back of his thighs and lifted his legs slightly giving myself access to his sweet little rosebud. I could see it perfectly as I sucked his cock lovingly. I touched it and it winked at me, I smiled around his cock. I pulled up off his cock just long enough to swipe my tongue over his entrance and moisten it. My mouth went back to his cock and my fingers swirled around his now moistened hole. I inserted one of my fingers just enough to breach his ring. He moaned around my hard cock, sending shivers through me, I instinctively pushed my cock deeper down his throat feeling the warmth envelop me as I did.

I was moving up and down his shaft savoring every inch, and he was moving up and down mine in sync. Our fingers were exploring each other’s assholes as our constant moans provided each other ultimate pleasure. We were lost in the sensuality of the moment. I inhaled deeply giving all my senses a heavy work out.

It was so awesome! A little over an hour ago I was sitting in an airport bar drowning my sorrows, feeling sorry for myself and missing this guy, now here we were lost in each other’s arms… and legs, and mouths, and anything else you can think of. Merry-fucking-Christmas to me! I flipped over so I was on top of him face-to-face staring into his eyes. Damn, he’s a handsome man. I kissed him gently, then passionately. He grabbed the back of my head pulling me hard against him. I crawled up him so that his hard, throbbing cock was resting in my ass trench. I moved up and down rubbing his cock up and down my crack, teasing my hot, hungry hole. I wanted him in m so fucking back. I’d been fantasizing about this since the first time he took me in Denver. Dreaming of his throbbing tool going in and out of my tight passage, and now here was my chance.

My hole was still wet from Brad eating me out and his cock still covered with my saliva. I was ready. I aligned his beautiful cock with my tight hole and pushed my ass down, as much as I wanted him, my sphincter was resisting. Brad looked up at me and we locked eyes, then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, relentlessly pushing up into me as he pulled me down onto his manhood. My ring opened to accept him, and he was inside me again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head breaking our gaze. Oh my fucking god, I was riding him! I put my hands against his chest to brace myself as I moved up and down. I felt so much more powerful in this position than I did when Brad took my on my back. I was in control. I decided how much of his dick to take… and I decided to take it ALL! I had missed this man so much, now he was here, and I wanted every inch of him. I lifted myself almost all the way off of him until just his big, spongy purple head remained in me. Then I dropped down hard burying his pole into the depth of my channel until I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass crack. He was hitting that special spot in me again and I loved it. I grabbed and squeezed his shaft as I moved myself up and down. I moved slowly, savoring every move. Moving up and down, then side to side and in a circular motion opening myself to him even up more. The sensations were even more intense than the first time he was in me. Oh my god this felt so right. So natural. So perfect.

Brad was moaning underneath me as he kept a firm grip on my hips and made eye contact whenever my eyes would come out of the back of my head for a few seconds. We were moving slow, enjoying every moment together. My dick was never harder than it was at this moment, and each time Brad hit the right spot it jumped. I was dribbling precum onto his perfect abs as I continued to ride him. Suddenly, almost without any warning I felt my orgasm moving up my steeled shaft. I tried to warn Brad, but I couldn’t speak through my moans. While I was trying to find my voice Brad spoke, “I’m cumming, Scotty” he said in almost a whisper. I bent down and engaged him in a passionate kiss. It was a loving kiss, his soft lived pressed against mine. Wow, they felt amazing. This guy was truly perfect in every way, and I felt stupid that I said it so soon, but I DID love him. Was it an everlasting love? Was it puppy love? Was I just being emotional after hiding myself so long? Seriously… I had no fucking idea. All I knew was that I loved him at this moment, and I wanted this moment to last forever.

Just then I felt his hot load shoot deep within me. Fuuuuuuuck, that was all it took, the words finally came flowing out of me “Oh my god I’m cumming too” I shot hard all over Brad’s chest. Oh my god I shot so hard I hit Brad’s shin, his face, his forehead. I exploded all over him. I licked it off, then kissed him, sharing my cream.

After a few minutes I moved off him and his softening penis fell out of me. I felt his cum dribbling out of my well used ass, down my balls and onto Brad. This may sound stupid, but I missed his cock. I felt empty. I filled the void by lying next to him and putting my arms around him. Just holding him as I fell asleep in his arms.

We had gotten to the hotel about 1:00, when I woke up with Brad holding me it was almost 6:00. When my eyes opened his sweet blue eyes were staring at me, his hand was stroking my face, and his dimples were framing that perfect smile. “Hey” he said. I couldn’t respond because my mouth was too busy smiling. I just looked at him and let my fingers roam the back of his neck. “We gotta get up. Your brother’s friend Jeff made us reservations for 7:00 at a steakhouse, it’s supposed to be a local icon and you gotta know someone to get in.” Yet, another surprise. Man, these guys went all out for me. I was truly loved.

We jumped in the shower together doing out damnedest not to get distracted and miss our reservations. I ordered an Uber and we headed down to the lobby. The cute desk clerk was still on duty. “Hi” I said. He said hello and introduced himself as Jake “I know it’s Christmas Eve, but is there anything going on tonight?” I told him about our reservations at the steakhouse and said we’d like to do something relaxing afterwards.

“You have reservations there? You must know people.” He smiled, “You’ll love that place. As for afterwards, there’s a performance of A Christmas Carol going on at the theatre on the next block, and there’s a performance of The Nutcracker going on at the Performing Arts Center a few blocks away if you’re into that, you could probably still get tickets.’ I told him I didn’t really pack anything to wear to the theatre, then for some reason I told him the story of how this night was a surprise.

He looked at me with wide eyes and said “wait, wait, wait… I want to make sure I got this story straight for when I tell it later, and I will tell it later.” Yeah, it was obvious he was gay. “So, youuuu…” he said clasping his hands together and pointing them towards me “came out at Thanksgiving, and your parents gave you him…” the moved his hands towards Brad “to play with for Christmas, And your brother and his husband gave you the Presidential suite to play with him in?” He finished his questions, moved his clasped hands to his chin and looked at me.

Brad was standing a few feet away grinning ear-to-ear as I responded “Yup. That’s pretty much it.”

“Any chance your family is looking to adopt a slightly used desk clerk?” he asked as we all laughed. “Listen, my friend Zach drives a Handsome Cab, he can pick you up at the restaurant, show you the Christmas lights on the way back and stop at a bar or two for a night cap if you’d like. I think he charges like fifty bucks you’ll love it. Do you want me to set it up?”

I looked at Brad, he raise his eyebrows like “why not.” I turned back to Jake and said, “that sounds great” He took out his phone and texted. Within seconds he got a response and said “It’s all set. He’ll pick you up at 8:30 in front of the restaurant. I’ll give you his text if you need to reach him.” Then he held up his camera and said, “Scooch together, I need to send a pic, so he knows who he’s picking up.” Brad came up from behind putting his arms around me and his head on my shoulder as he flashed those dimples, and Jake too the pic. “Damn you two are cute as hell” he added “You guys are gonna love Zach.” Just then we saw the Uber pull up at the front entrance That would be your ride. Have a great night guys! I can’t wait to hear about it when you get back.”

We got in the Uber and drove the short way to the restaurant. It was only about a mile and a half away. Almost walking distance, but not quite. When we got there the door was locked, we had to ring a bell to get in. When the door opened Brad took over and gave his name “Oh, Jeff’s friends. Welcome” the host said opening the door. We walked in and I was convinced we walked back in time about five or six decades. This place was awesome. It was all brass, red velvet and totally pristine. The décor probably hadn’t been touch since the place opened in the fifties or sixties. It was seedy but sophisticated and could’ve easily been the set for any gangster movie. They showed s to our table then brought out a bottle of champagne “This is from your brothers” he said, “Merry Christmas.” He poured the water and said “We don’t have a menu, we have steak. That’s it. You tell me how many ounces you want and how you want it cooked and we bring it to your table.” Then he read off our side dish options and we ordered.” He left and was back in a flash with a simple, but fresh as hell salad and a little caddy holding all the dressing choices in little carafes. The place was dim and there was a candle in a red glass holder in the middle of the table. It was romantic as hell and I was getting lost in the moment when my text alert went off. It was a group text from Kev to me, Randy and Brad “Isn’t that place fucking awesome?! The check’s already been paid, hope you’re having a great time. We love you guys.”

“Me too” Randy texted

“It’s awesome Thank you both so much” I texted

Brad was across from me smiling and texting “I can’t find the words. I love you all.” I read it and looked up at him. He shook his head. “I can’t believe how generous and loving your family is. Thanks for sharing them all with me” he said in a low, sincere voice as he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, smiling. ARGH that fucking smile, I can’t describe its effect on me!

Just as we were about to put the phones down and concentrate on each other, his rang, it was the anonymous number again. He shrugged it off and we put our phones in our pockets just as our steaks arrived. Steak isn’t the right word… more like a roast. They were fucking huge and grilled to perfection. Somehow this was the most basic meat and potatoes meal, and most romantic, elegant dinner I had ever had all at the same time. We talked all through dinner, and I ate the entire freaking steak. It was over a pound of meat and I ate every freaking morsel. I hadn’t eaten since the night before when Chip made some vegetarian thing. I t was good, be nothing he cooks is filling. This, THIS was filling. Just when I thought I couldn’t eat anything else the waiter brought us this humungous chocolate cake… The Triple Threat he called it, and then he brought out a peppermint sauce, it was their Christmas specialty… and It. Was. Awesome. Brad and I wolfed it down. Even after a pound of meat I had room for dessert.

I sat back and exhaled, Brad did the same and we smiled at each other and I said “Damn, I can’t believe we ate all that.” Brad just patted his belly. The waiter came to the table and said “gentlemen, you chariot awaits you. Literally, there is a guy in a horse drawn carriage he to pick you up.”

“Thank you” Brad said as he pulled out his wallet to tip the guy.

“No sir, everything is covered, including a big tip. I hope you two had an awesome experience. Merry Christmas” the waiter said as he escorted us to the door where the driver was waiting.

“Good evening gentlemen. I’m Zach, your driver” said the rugged looking man. He was probably in his late thirties, manly and handsome as fuck, dressed all in black leather, except for a Santa hat. The carriage was white and covered in white light, the horse had on little felt antlers. I jumped up first then Brad. Then Zach got into the driver seat, turned back to us putting his hand out and asked, “Which one’s the Christmas gift and which ones the lucky son of a bitch?”

Brad didn’t miss a beat, shook his hand and said, “I’m Brad, the gift that keeps on giving.”

The I reached for the guys hand and said, “And I’m Scotty, the luckiest son of a bitch on the face of the earth.”

He laughed as he looked us over “You both like pretty damn lucky to me. There’s a blanket under the seat, it’s damn cold out” Then he reached up front and handed us two steel travel mugs “Jake from the hotel sent these to keep you warm. Hot chocolate and Peppermint Schnapps “ We took the drinks from him and thanked him. He pulled the reigns and signaled the horse to move forward. He drove us through some beautiful old neighborhoods surrounding downtown. We cuddled and shivered under the blanket and drank the hot chocolate to keep warm as we took in the beauty of the lights and Zach told us stories about the beautiful old mansions. We looked and listened for about an hour, loving every second of it. I’ve never considered myself a romantic guy, but this was incredible. I was wrapped in Brad’s arms in a horse drawn carriage surrounded by the sights and sounds of Christmas.

After about an hour Zach pulled up to an old building a few blocks from our hotel “This is my favorite gay bar, I thought you guys might want a night cap.”

“Great idea” Brad responded as he started to jump out of the carriage “You coming with us, Zach?”

“I need to stay here with the horse, you guys go. And take your time.” We went in and had a quick drink, it was a cute little place and I felt instantly welcome there. After about fifteen minutes we went back out and joined Zach in the carriage and went back to the hotel. When we pulled up Jake came out to greet us.

“Did you guys have fun?” Jake asked with wide eyes as we dismounted the carriage again.

“It was freaking awesome. Thank you for setting it up. Brad and I walked over to thank Zach. Brad pulled out the $50 for the ride then we each handed him another hundred dollars as a tip. He refused the money telling us he had enjoyed the ride with us. “Zach, you spent your Christmas eve helping to give me the greatest night of my life so far. Take the money or I feed it to the horse.” He laughed, took the money and thanked us each with a bear hug. Damn he was masculine. He hung outside with his horse as we went back into the hotel with Jake following us. I handed him a wad of cash and thanked him. He gave me the same resistance and I gave him the same line. He took the money and hugged me.

I just couldn’t believe how the universe had pretty much rallied around me to give me the most incredible day of my life. Everything was perfect and it all centered around Brad. It had only been a month, but I felt like we’d been together a lifetime. It was then that I realized I needed to be aggressive with my plan. Yup. My heart wanted Brad and my head was ready for action.

When we got into the room I threw my arms around him and kissed him with my eyes wide open. His eye were closed, so I slapped him lightly on the cheek to get his attention “Hey” I said. His beautiful blue eyes popped wide open “” I love you” I whispered.

He smiled. Oh my god that smile. That fucking dimpled smile melted my heart. “I love you too” he said then gave me a soft kiss This was it. This was where I wanted to be. With Brad… oh hell, who am I kidding… this was where I belonged.

Brad’s Christmas Story

I woke up on Christmas morning in a Wisconsin hotel room with Scotty wrapped in my arms. Last night we both said “I love you” for the first time. I know it’s early in the relationship, but I’ve been wanting to say it since our first date but was scared shitless I’d freak him out. Then, he said it first! I couldn’t contain my smile when I heard the words come out of his mouth. Last night was unbelievably romantic and I never wanted it to end.

Kev and Randy are picking us up in a couple of hours to go to the Nicholls’ house for Christmas. I still can’t freaking believe that his parents sent me a plane ticket. We’ve only been dating for like a month and they welcomed me like I was their own son. I was torn. I’ve been so lonely for the last couple of years and wanted to be with Scotty for Christmas so bad, but the relationship was still new, and I felt like I’d be crashing a family thing. Scotty, Kev, and Randy all tried to tell me I was welcome, but I still felt out of place. But then his parents called me… I’ve never even met these people and they called me to invite me to their home and tried to convince me that I should be there, and THEN they e-mailed me a ticket. I agreed to go, but I was extremely reluctant. But when I saw Scotty’s face at the airport in Milwaukee, I knew I made the right decision. He was so fucking happy just to see me. That is where I belonged… wherever Scotty was.

“Hey” I whispered in his ear “Merry Christmas.”

Scotty stretched, then reached back and ran his fingers through my bedhead. “Hey” he garbled out in a gruff morning voice; I swear I could hear his smile. He rolled over onto his other side, so we were facing each other then, touched my face with the back of his hand. “Merry Christmas… you’re the best fucking gift I’ve ever gotten. Last night was awesome.”

“For me too. I meant what I said” I whispered.

The words “So did I” seemed to just flow out of his mouth without thought or hesitation “I really do love you. You’re all I think about.” He kissed me gently on the lips. I pulled him closer and the gentle kiss turned into a passionate one.

Scotty’s hand moved down to my soft cock and it sprang into action at his touch. I did the same to him, he was already semi-hard, and I could feel him growing in my hand. I squeezed my encouragement and stroked him slowly as our kiss became harder and more passionate.

He rolled on top of me, his hot fleshy manhood rubbed against mine and an electric shock shot through my body. “oh god” I moaned involuntarily as I exhaled and threw my arms around him. I ran my nails lightly down his back. Damn his body was so muscular and tight and felt so good against mine. He started grinding his crotch against me as I pushed hard against him pulling him down on top of me even harder. We were in full-on lust mode now. We wanted each other badly and weren’t holding back anything.

Our tongues probed each other’s mouths… morning breath be damned. We were together and nothing else was important. His hands were on my ass pulling my cheeks apart so his fingers could probe my hole. He moved them around my tight pucker, it twitched, taunting him. He tapped it with his fingers and my moans filled his mouth. Damn he turned me on so much.

As he moved between my legs, he pushed them up towards my chest, I stretched them straight up to the sky and moved my hands under my knees holding them there, so he had full access to my tight hole. My eyes were closed as his wet tongue entered me, opening me up, preparing me for what I really wanted. His mouth and tongue expertly worked my hole for a good fifteen minutes as I just laid there holding my legs up and enjoying every fucking second of it.

Scotty came up from eating my ass out and licked his way up my body to my face and kissed me passionately. I was tasting my own ass; it was nasty as fuck and turned me on so much. While I was distracted by the dirty kiss, Scotty was lining his manhood up with my slick pucker. Before I knew it, he pushed through my ass ring and was in me. He didn’t stop to let me adjust, he just pushed forward slowly but steadily. He hit a little resistance at one point and just plowed through until he was all the way in me. OH MY GOD it felt awesome. He pulled out and pushed in deep again, moving harder and faster with each thrust driving me to intense heights of pleasure FUCK he felt so good in me! By now I had grabbed his ass and was guiding him in and out of my passage.

I could feel Scotty’s breathing getting heavier as he put more power behind his thrusts. Suddenly I just shot my load. I wasn’t even touching my dick and I’m not even sure I was aware of what was happening until I felt my own hot cum hit my abs and my chest. “Fuck did you cum?!” Scotty asked with a chuckle. I gave a breathy yes in response. He smiled broadly and pumped harder until I felt his warm cum spray my guts and heard him moan in ecstasy. Sex with Scotty was so amazing. Every fucking time was like the first, an exciting new experience and I loved it.

Scotty pulled his still throbbing cock out of me and rolled off me and to my side. We both just lie there with huge smiles looking at the ceiling. “I want to say I love you again, but I don’t want you to think it’s because of the sex. It’s because of you. You’re perfect.” Scotty said catching me by surprise.

He was still looking upward, then he turned to look at me I kissed him and said “Say it”

“I love you” he said with a shit eating grin and kissed me. I said it back without hesitation. After just holding each other for a few minutes we got up and jumped in the shower together.

We ordered breakfast from room service since we knew Randy and Kev were having breakfast with Randy’s family. At 9AM on the dot we were packed up, and in the lobby. Scotty was talking to the manager singing the praises of Jake the desk clerk who arranged our carriage ride, when I saw Kev pull up to the door “Our ride’s here” I yelled to Scotty. I heard him call out Merry Christmas to the manager as he bound over to me and grab his luggage, then we headed towards the exit. Kev and Randy were standing by the SUV waiting for us.

“So….?” Kev said, “did you guys have fun?” Scotty walked up to him, dropped his bags on the frozen ground and gave him a huge bear hug, squeezing the air out of the poor guy.

“You guys are the best brothers ever. I can’t believe you did all this just for me.” He just held on to Kev for a minute then moved over to Randy giving him the same treatment. Meanwhile I started loading our luggage into the rental. We all piled into the SUV and hit the road to the Nicholls’ place. For the next forty five minutes I sat in the backseat with Scotty’s head on my shoulder as we held hands and he told the guys about our romantic night together. “I can honestly say that this was one of the best, if not THEE best night of my entire life you guys. Everything fell into place. I loved it!” Scotty said with excitement and gratitude.

Randy turned back to look at us and said, “Brad, you’re pretty quiet, did you have fun?”

“Who can get a word in edge wise with this guy?” I asked as Scotty punched my arm and the others laughed “But he’s right. It was one of the most incredible nights of my life. That steak….”

“Oh my god it was a freaking roast” Scotty interrupted.

“That place is legendary for their huge steaks and desserts.” Kev said

“It was all awesome” I said, “The room, the restaurant, the carriage ride, the hot chocolate with Peppermint Schnapps that the desk clerk sent us for the ride. All of it! Thank you both so much!”

“And the sex…?” Kev asked.

“Shut the fuck up you perv” Scotty snapped back laughing as he lightly hit the back of Kev’s head. The rest of the ride they told us about their night with Randy’s family. His nieces and nephews sounded like loads of fun and they seemed to have had a great time.

As they talked about their night with family my mind drifted to my own family. I truly loved and missed my siblings. My sisters used to call me every couple of weeks, but I haven’t heard from them in over a month… right about the same time I started getting the constant phone calls from the unknown numbers. I’m pretty sure my dad found out they were in touch with me, took their phones away and got my number. I assume he’s been trying to track me, or maybe just make me think he was. He liked to keep his kids guessing and fearful. I also loved and missed my mom, even though she enabled my father to be a tyrant. As for my father I didn’t love him, I feared him. The trip went by fast. As we pulled up to the house and parked in the long driveway I snapped out of my thoughts and back to reality.

Oh my god, it was only about 10AM but the place was lit up with a million lights! Every size and color with inflatables all over the yard. It was like Christmas threw up on the house and I loved it. It felt like Christmas. Growing up my father would put out a few strings of white lights, a cross, and a manger scene. We didn’t talk about Santa and any gifts were very practical like clothes or school supplies. Christmas was a very formal, somber holiday in our house where we honored the birth of Jesus and spent half the day at church. Nothing else was tolerated. But this… THIS was a freaking celebration of Christmas.

Before the SUV even stopped his mother came running out into the bitter Wisconsin cold with no coat on to greet us. She was followed by his dad, and sister. Dave, his sister’s boyfriend was standing in the doorway staying warm. Mrs. Nicholls ran up to Scotty and hugged him tight, fixing his hair as she did. Mr. Nicholls greeted Kev with a hug then went over to Randy. Once Mrs. Nicholls was done with Scotty, she came over to me and embraced me “Brad I am so happy you’re here. I was worried you wouldn’t come.” and she held me for a while. My being there was important to her. What the fuck? This family was so loving and sincere. They obviously loved their kids unconditionally and whatever made them happy was good with them. WowI It was so different than what I grew up with. In our home we honored the Lord by Honoring and obeying my father. If not, then my father had license to do whatever he deemed necessary to get us in line. But here… loving your kids came first. I expected to feel awkward here, instead I was in awe of it all.

“Thank you for inviting me and convincing me to come. I’m glad I came Mrs. Nicholl’s” I said still wrapped in her arms.

“Call me Joyce or Mom, or whatever you’re comfortable with.” She said as she let me go turning her attention to Kevin. “Let’s get in the house, it’s cold as heck out here” she wrapped her arm around her eldest son’s waist and led the way into the house. The inside of the house matched the outside with Christmas covering every inch. It was so awesome. I’m sure every knickknack held a special memory. I just took it all in, loving it all. I saw that there were stockings hanging over the fireplace, including one with my name in glitter. That made me smile.

Scotty’s dad came up behind me and said “I’m so glad to finally meet you Brad, make yourself at home here. Help yourself to anything you want to eat or drink… consider yourself home.” And I did. They made me feel so damn welcome in their home. More welcome than my father ever made me feel in my own home growing up. I felt like a Nicholls.

“Thank you for reaching out to me Mr. Nicholls, it was very kind of you to bring me here.”

“You can call me Paul or Pop, whatever works” he said, “And now that you found us, don’t be a stranger. You’re welcome here anytime,”

We were interrupted by a voice coming up from behind us “So you’re the hot gay guy who finally pulled whoops out of the closet” It was his sister Joanie. Randy warned me about her. He said she was awesome but would give me a lot of shit, and all I had to do to win her over was give her shit right back.

“Nah, I’m straight. I just told him I was gay to get to his hot sister.” I shot back. Joanie laughed, grabbed my hand, and dragged me into the kitchen to introduce me to her boyfriend and pour me a drink. I saw Randy looking over at me laughing. He just nodded.

“Dave, this is Whoops’ new boyfriend. He’s straight and really into me… so you better treat me right or I’m going home with him.” Dave and I shook hands. The next thing I knew the three of us were talking and joking like we were family. I had only been there a few minutes, but I felt so comfortable and at home. Randy, Kev, and Scotty came up and joined the conversation, Scotty put his arm around my waist. We were all laughing and joking as the siblings caught up with each other.

I snuck away from the crowd and moved up next to Joyce at the kitchen counter “What can I do?”

She looked at me and smiled as she handed me a potato peeler “Can you peel a potato?” She said smiling.

“Like a pro” I responded. Still smiling, she pointed to the pantry door and told me to put on an apron. I donned the “kiss the cook” apron with pride as I picked up a potato and went to work.

“I’m so glad you’re here Brad” she said as we worked. Then she raised her voice, so the others could hear “I hear that boss of your is a real tyrant. I was afraid he wouldn’t give you time off.”

I heard Kev laugh and yell back “Yeah, he’s an ass.”

Then Randy (the boss she was referring to) yelled “I gotta work these people hard to keep your son living the lavish lifestyle he’s become accustomed to.” Everyone chuckled then went back to their conversations while Joyce and I worked and talked. She asked with genuine interest about my job, college, my time on the swim team, etc. I could tell she really wanted to know me… she wanted to know the guy her son was falling in love with. Conversation with her flowed easily.

Then she entered rough terrain “Can I ask about your family?” I felt comfortable with her, so I told her. I told her everything, more than I even told Scotty. I told her about my rigid father, how he controlled my mother, and how my entire family feared him and his “wrath.” I went on about how he cut me off in the name of the Lord and won’t let the family contact me. I even told her that I hadn’t talked to my sisters in over a month… I hadn’t event told Scotty that. I almost told her about the unknown calls and my suspicions that it was my father, but I was afraid I’d worry her too much. We talked for quite a while, at some point we had finished peeling, and prepping and her full attention was on me. For the first time during the conversation, we made eye contact. I could see the look in her eyes. It wasn’t pity, or sadness. It was empathy, she was feeling my pain. She reached over and hugged me whispering in my ear “I am so happy you found us, I love having you here.” Her words were sincere and comforting. I didn’t cry, I just enjoyed the warmth of her loving embrace.

“Time to open gifts” Joyce yelled after she kissed me on the cheek and let me go “Someone go get dad.” Everyone refreshed their drinks and headed toward the family room as Randy yelled out the door for Paul to come in. Randy and Dave both seemed like they had been part of the family forever. I was starting to feel that way too.

The Christmas tree was in the corner of the homey room, it was the most beautiful tree I’d ever seen. It was imperfectly perfect! Adorned with big multi-covered bulbs and mismatched ornaments, each undoubtedly with its own memory, story, or tradition attached to it. It wreaked of family history and I loved it. We all sat down on the couches, chairs, floor… wherever we could fit. Underneath… the tree was bulging with wrapped gifts, including several with my name on them. Some wrapped beautifully, some haphazardly, all put there with love. Kev and Randy shipped my gifts for Scotty’s parents along with theirs. I didn’t get Scotty anything, we had decided that our Vegas trip would be our gift to each other. Honestly, our relationship was so new that I was relieved… I had no clue what to get him. We were at that point where it was too soon for jewelry or rings, but we were way beyond generic coffee mugs or scented candles. I really was stumped. One of the things I love about Scotty is that we could talk about this stuff and decide together, I didn’t have to guess.

Once we were all gathered around the tree we went around the room and everyone opened one gift, then we moved on to the next person. His mom opened her gift from me first. Kev told me she collected Hummel figurines and that she had accidentally broken one of her favorites while getting the house ready for Christmas. I found a replacement on eBay. When she opened it, she shrieked with excitement and came over to hug me. His dad was next. Knowing he had a thing for classic cars, and a special connection to Ramblers, I gave him a coffee table book with the history of Rambler and a lot of beautiful car photos, as well as several pictures of employee’s on the line. He picked out his father in one of the photos instantly. I got a bear hug from him too.

We kept going around the room opening gifts. I opened the last one addressed to me; it was from “Mom.” I ripped through the beautiful wrapping, opened the box, and was greeted with a big, bulky, handmade sweater “WE’RE SWEATER TWINS” Randy yelled out “SWEATER TRIPLETS” added Dave having opened one of his own earlier. I put it on with pride. I have never loved a gift more. A virtual stranger took days of her life to knit this for ME. God, these people were amazing to me.

When all the gifts were opened Joanie said “Hey, look what Dave gave me!” and held up her hand showing off a diamond engagement ring. Joyce screamed with joy and the noise level of the room went up a few notches as everyone congratulated the couple. After Scotty hugged his sister and welcomed Dave to the family he grabbed my hand, lifted me off the floor and snuck me out of the room and into the empty kitchen.

He hugged me, kissed me and said, “I like that sweater” and lightly stroked the bulky garment “I am so damn happy you’re here. Are you having fun?” I was doing my damnedest to keep my composure, inside I was an emotional mess. I was missing my family… well most of them and feeling loved all at the same time.

“I am having the second best time of my life” I said. Scotty smiled knowing that the best time of my life was last night with him. Just then the others came pouring into the kitchen and suddenly the little room was a flurry of activity as Joyce led the charge to get dinner on the table.

About ten minutes later dinner was ready. Everyone grabbed a plate and filled it then filed into the dining room where the table was set flawlessly. After everyone sat down Paul started with a prayer of thanks, it caught me a little off guard. It wasn’t like when my Father prayed all Bible quotes, damnation, and basically begging the god he believed in to show mercy on us for being horrible people. Paul’s prayer was one of thanks for his family all being together and for the new additions to his table. It wasn’t just bullshit words, it was a heartfelt appreciation for those around him. He truly loved his family. With all my Fathers preaching and showboating about god and the bible, he would NEVER in a million years welcomed a complete stranger like me (especially a homosexual) to his table at Christmas. Mom and Pop Nicholls didn’t think twice about it.

I couldn’t believe how loved I felt. Seriously, these people, most of whom I met just a couple of hours ago and all of whom were strangers to me barely a month ago had made me feel loved again for the first time in two years. I felt like I was part of the family.

I dreaded leaving the next day and being alone again.