Another Lonely Day

Thanks for the kind words from many of you during my absence. I've just been extremely busy at what I call my job. I've worked on a Christmas-themed story and fortunately I have it to the point where I can post it. While I hope you enjoy it, I'm not sure I can exceed "Dear Santa," which is one of my favorites (if one is allowed to have a favorite among his own writings.)

Gusts of wind blew the loose snow over the ground. From my bedroom window, I watched the patterns that formed over the greyish-beige of the sidewalks that passed by my apartment. I couldn’t get rid of the chill in the air. The thermostat read seventy, but I felt much colder.

I went into the kitchen and tore open a box of Oreos. I put one in my mouth and grabbed two more. Stepping back into the living room, I tried to ignore the box that held the Christmas tree I’d purchased two weeks before. Another box on the couch contained the ornaments I’d inherited or purchased. I was thirty years old, and those two boxes contained half of my worldly possessions.

I was depressed. My company had transferred me to this town back in September, and before I arrived, half the staff quit. The other half were disgruntled by the acquisition and were on the verge of leaving. The office was in complete disarray and on the verge of collapse. I had made no friends there, and since I wasn’t into social events, I was still friendless four months later. It was Christmas Eve.

A fire would have made me feel better, but my apartment didn’t have a fireplace. I looked out the window and saw nothing but a frozen wasteland. I took a deep breath and blew a strong stream from my lungs. I hadn’t checked the mail when I got home the night before and decided to go there before going to the gym to walk on the treadmill.

I ripped open the ornament box and pulled my two Christmas CDs from their place at the edge. I took Brenda Lee and left behind Tennessee Ernie Ford. I’d purchased a small CD player to play relaxing music at bedtime. I grabbed it and changed the disc, after which I put on my black workout pants and my running shoes. With a heavy coat, I headed down to the mailboxes before going to the small gym located next to the office and adjacent to the now empty and winterized swimming pool.

The bitter cold made me doubt my decision, but I forged ahead and soon stood before the cold metal boxes. As I reached inside my box and felt the single postcard advertisement. I heard the click of another box. I looked over and saw the only person besides the manager who lived here and spoke to me.

“I wasn’t sure I should come down here with the weather being like it is,” he said.

Before that moment, we’d only said hello. I locked the mailbox and stepped closer to him. “I thought I’d get some exercise in before it got too cold.”

“Dedicated,” he laughed. “I’m Matthew Jefferson, by the way.”

Now I had a name to go with the handsome black-haired man with blue eyes who occasionally sported a neat beard but was hot as fuck either way.

“Nathan Savage,” I said as I put out my hand.

He took my glove in his. “Hey, why do you come over to my place when you’re done? My sister and her husband are dropping by for a few snacks. My little nephew will be there, too. He’s cute as can be. They’re not staying long, and if you want we can watch a movie or sing carols or whatever. Bring your music box.”

“Sure,” I said immediately, anything not to be alone all evening, and a little kid on Christmas Eve ought to cheer things up. “What time?”

“They’re coming at six, but you can come when you’re finished in the weight room.

“I’ll want to take a shower and wear an ugly sweater,” I tried to smile, but in the bitter cold, my teeth began to chatter.

“We need to get inside. I’m in apartment 126.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you in a while, then.

I headed toward the exercise room and watched him disappear around the corner. The semi-warm of the empty room of treadmills and exercise equipment welcomed me. I wanted to start the Christmas album, but there was no power to the outlets. While the lights were on, none of the powered equipment would run. The elliptical worked, but the readouts didn’t. I spent about fifteen minutes on that machine before deciding to head back to my apartment. I wondered if I could throw something together to bring to Matthew’s “party.”

I headed straight for the shower when I got back to my place. My toes and fingers were numb, and the water was like fire. It didn’t take long for the warm water to feel so good that I didn’t want to get out of the shower. However, the water began to cool as the tank was spent, and I hopped out and dried quickly. I had no ugly sweater, but I had a bright red short-sleeved shirt with black cuffs and a black placket. I wasn’t sure why I’d bought it, but from the moment I got it home, I hated it. I put it on with some comfortable jeans.

In the kitchen, I put a new box of Ritz crackers, a quart of eggnog, and a disk of wee brie into a bag. My CD player still had Brenda Lee in it, so I slipped it into the bag as well. It was five after six when I zipped up my coat. A feeling of dread overtook me. That was my usual reaction to impending social events, and I fought the urge to crawl into bed. This guy was cute, and I would at least get to study him up close and fantasize about him later when I was back in my cold apartment.

The brief walk to Matthew’s apartment was awful. The wind had picked up, and it was noticeably colder. How did people in Iowa stand these winters? I made it without falling or being blown down the street, and I was let in by a woman with a big smile who pulled me inside and closed the door quickly behind me.

Introductions were made as I slipped out of my coat and shoes. The woman was Amy Jefferson, and I had barely shaken her hand when Matthew maneuvered me in front of the fireplace. A strong welcoming fire crackled inside. Another man, who resembled Matthew but was a few inches taller, gave his name as Samuel Jefferson.

“I’m Eric Jefferson,” announced a boy. “I’m almost six.”

I knelt to face him. “I’m Nathan, and I’m twenty-six.”

“Let’s sit on the couch. It’s too hot by the fire.”

“OK,” I agreed.

“I want to sit in your lap, but Daddy says it’s rude to ask people that.”

Matthew chuckled, and I noticed that Samuel turned a little bit red.

“Your dad’s right. It is rude to ask.” I sat down. “But it’s not rude for me to ask you. Do you want to sit in my lap?”

“Of course. That’s why I said that.”

I laughed at that.

“What’d you bring?” asked Eric as he crawled into my lap.

“Just some music and a few snacks.”

“You didn’t need to bring any food,” said Matthew.

“Did you bring booze?” asked Eric. “Cause I’m not allowed to have any, and Daddy can’t have any because he’s going to drive home. Mommy can’t have any because it makes her sick.”

“I guess it’s a good thing that I didn’t bring any, then.”

“I’ll plug the CD player in,” said Amy. “And I’ll have another glass of Nog.”

“What about you, Nathan?” asked Matthew.

“I’ll take some Nog.” I smiled. These people were making me feel welcome.

“Sam? Anything?”

I saw Sam retrieve a glass from a small table with an assortment of crackers, cheeses, and some meats.

“I’m good,” he said.

Rock Around the Christmas Tree started playing, and we all started singing. Sam and Amy danced a bit. Eric wiggled in my lap, and Matthew sat on the arm of the sofa. When the song concluded, Silver Bells started, and I continued to sing with it. The others just listened right at first, then they began to sing along. Before the third song began, I stood up and held Eric up so we could dance together. The next song was Marshmallow World. Eric wrapped his legs around my waist as we ‘danced’ to it.

When the song was finished, Amy paused the player. “Eric will have you all worn out if I don’t give you a chance to recover.”

“I like dancing,” said Eric. “And it doesn’t make me tired at all.”

Everyone laughed in response.

“Let me catch my breath a little, and then we’ll dance again when the music starts.

“What’s your favorite Christmas song,” Eric asked me.

“O Little Town of Bethlehem,” I said without having to think about it.

“We can’t sing that one until bedtime,” he replied.

“Why on Earth would you say that?” asked Matthew.

“Cause that’s what we did last year, and it’s a tradition.”

I smiled.

Sam moved to a chair next to the table. “You remember that from last year?”

“Yeah. We sang ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Clear’ and then ‘Bethlehem’ and then I had to go to sleep. You said that once those two songs were sung, it was bedtime.”

“Unfortunately, he remembers everything,” said Amy.

“Uncle Nathan, are you the blond guy from the mailbox?”

Sam stood up. “Time for another song.”

Amy started the player, and I stood up to dance with Eric. I started singing the next song without realizing what it was.

It's Christmas Eve, and snow is on the ground

Mistletoe and holly all around

Yes, all the world is happy, but since you went away

My Christmas will be just another lonely day

Another lonely day

My tree is trimmed with pretty colored lights

And at the top, the Christmas star shines bright

Yes, everything around me is very bright and gay

But Christmas will be just another lonely day

Another lonely day

I had a lonely September, October, November, too

But December is twice as lonely without you

For soon it will be time for Santa Claus

And surely he will bring you back, because

Without you here beside me, my world will be so gray

And Christmas will be just another lonely day

Another lonely day

Another lonely day

Another lonely day*

I didn’t make it through the first stanza before tears filled my eyes. At that point, I wasn’t sure whether it was because my expectations of being completely alone had been changed by the warm invitation I was experiencing. Or was it because I knew that I’d be going home to rooms that lacked the warmth of friendship and love? Amy stopped the music.

“I’m sorry,” I sat back down still holding Eric tightly to me. “I’m not sure why.”

Matthew put his arm on my shoulder. “Christmas can sometimes feel lonely.”

“Daddy says that’s your fault, Uncle Matt. I heard him tell Mommy that if you grew a pair, you could ask out that blond guy at the mailbox.”

“Eric!” said Sam.

The room was silent.

“And you want to know if I’m the blond guy?” I asked Eric.

“Yeah.”

I stood up, leaving Eric on the couch, and headed to the food trays. I heard Sam mutter “shit” under his breath. I guess they thought I was going to leave. I grabbed a cracker and stepped closer to Matt. “Maybe I’m the one who should have grown a pair instead of hoping you would say more to me than ‘hello’. In my stories, you’re the guy with the sapphire eyes.”

“You mean that?” asked Matt.

I nodded. “Yeah.” I shoved a cracker in my mouth. He reached his hand toward mine, and this time he held it, flesh in contact with flesh, and the tingle I felt told me that I might not be spending Christmas alone.

“You know,” said Sam, “I think it’s time we head home. There’s supposed to be heavy snow a little later.” He came up to Matt and hugged him. “And you two…”

“Thanks,” I said. Sam, Amy, and Eric gave me big hugs before they left, the kind of hugs people give family. I felt warm inside.

Once everyone else had gone, Matthew spread a blanket in front of the fireplace. We sat on the edge of the blanket next to the tree with the twinkling lights reflecting in our eyes; the warmth of the fire was just off to our side.

“I was silly not to just say something to you,” said Matt.

“No, it wasn’t silly. I think it’s self-preservation that makes us worry about telling other people. We don’t want to get hurt. The first time I told anyone who wasn't in my family, it was my best friend. I wasn’t even in love with him; I was just telling him. He hit me.”

“I wouldn’t have hit you.”

“And I wouldn’t have hit you.” I leaned toward him so our foreheads touched. I saw the corners of Matt’s mouth curl up.

“What can I get you?” he asked.

“If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m going to…”

He leaned in and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, our lips barely touching, but it excited me, and I wanted more. He kissed me with a little more pressure, a little more force. “What would you have done if I hadn’t kissed you?”

“I would have been forced to kiss you, only I would have done this.” I pushed myself forward and chewed on his lower lip. I thrust my tongue between his lips. I wanted him to know that I wanted him. I had wanted him since I first saw him. I wanted him to know that I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to him.

I felt his body shudder as I kissed him. My hand moved to his waist to steady him as I kissed his chin and jaw. His hands moved to hold my head, and he plunged his tongue into my mouth. I pushed my tongue against his; the sensations were such a rush that I felt lightheaded. My hand moved from his waist to his thigh and then to his groin. I applied pressure. Matthew gasped and pushed his head back.

“Nathan.” He slid down flat on the blanket. “Take your shirt off.”

I pulled it off and then leaned forward and kissed him again. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open. “Fuuck.” The sexiness of his hairy chest caused my dick to thicken. “Your chest.”

“I’m always wondering whether I should shave it.”

“No, fuck no. I love it. The way the hair is thicker here at the bottom edge of your pecs and the way it’s thicker here in the center of your abs and runs down. You’re the epitome of sexy.” I kissed his chest and sucked his hard nipple into my mouth. I heard him moan again. As my kisses moved down his abs, my fingers unbuttoned his jeans. With only two of the buttons open, I discovered the head of his penis pushing against the elastic band of his underwear. I pushed my tongue out and swiped the barely visible head. Matthew’s body quivered in response.

I continued to open his fly before pulling on the cuffs of his jeans and removing them. He lay there before me, nude save for his underwear with half of his erection on display. With my knees between his, I folded forward and kissed the head while hooking the elastic with my forefingers and inching them toward his knees. With his member fully exposed, I licked the entire shaft.

Matthew moved me next to him, so he could completely remove his briefs. I knew this would give me better access to his balls and taint, and I planned to take advantage of both. First, though, I held his head as I tickled his ear with the tip of my tongue. He rolled onto his side and covered my mouth with his. He kissed me hard and deep while his fingers pinched my pecs.

“Take the rest of your clothes off, too,” he whispered.

“You do it for me,” I told him. I stood before him in my stocking feet.

He laughed in response and got onto his knees in front of me. He moved his mouth over my groin while I still wore my jeans. He unzipped my pants before unbuttoning them. His hands bunched them at my knees. His teeth gnawed at my hardness before pulling my underwear down. My dick bounced upward. He slid it between his lips; about two-thirds of it fit into his mouth before the head came up against the entrance to his throat. He slurped as he sucked me, and it didn’t take long for me to want to spill my load. I pulled out of his mouth. He stood and wiped his mouth as he did.

The four inches of height difference between us was more apparent to me now, but I found his stretching his neck up to kiss me was another turn-on.

“Kick them off,” he commanded.

I grinned and reached down to squeeze his ass cheeks. I squeezed just a little harder than I normally would just to let him know that he was only in control right now because I was letting him be in control. I tossed my socks, pants, and underwear into a pile on the sofa. Matthew placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me toward the floor, but he didn’t want me to go down on him. He wanted me to lie on my back. He placed himself on me. He chewed on my chin while he rubbed his cock against mine. I turned my head toward the fire as his lips moved south.

My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the sensation of his mouth licking my balls. He sucked each testicle into his mouth and applied just the right amount of pressure to keep it pleasurable. His hands moved to my knees, and he lifted them before pressing them toward my chest. The action lifted my hips and exposed my man-hole to Matthew.

I experienced rimming for the first time. I had expected it to be similar to getting fingered, but I was wrong. The rough wetness of Matthew’s tongue caused my penis to pulse in response. When he pushed against the pucker, I felt the precum push out of me. I felt his finger explore me. Prodding at the opening, I felt him just so slightly enter me. It drove me crazy. I wanted more.

“Now, Matthew, I need you now. Please.”

Somehow, he rolled me over. I was face down on the blanket, and Matthew’s body pressed into mine. I felt him push me open, slowly, gently but with intent. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. The pressure became an intense pleasure. Matthew was chewing on my ear, and the pressure-pleasure cycle changed as he thrust himself into me. I had always imagined that my first time would be a soft, gentle, slow, entry with a pause. But I ground my ass against him, taking him in me as deeply as I could. Matthew began pumping me with abandon.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered as I pushed my face into the blanket.

Matthew pulled back and slipped out.

“No. No.” I rolled over onto my back, spread my legs, and tilted my hole up. “Kiss me.”

Matthew licked my shaft as his head moved up to mine. His lips locked onto mine as he pushed himself back into me. My gasp was stifled by his mouth. He began to grunt as he penetrated me to his fullest. The angle that his erection and my tunnel formed forced full contact with my prostate. Each time he pulled back, my head pushed into the floor and my eyes rolled back into my head. I released my knees and grabbed his ass cheeks.

“Fuck me,” I demanded. “Don’t stop. Oh, yeah, fuck me!”

I didn’t need to tell him; he knew what he was doing. Before I wanted him to stop, he slammed into me and tried to push himself even further into me. I felt the pulsing of his cock as he emptied himself into me. He collapsed down. He was breathing heavily. I moved my hands to his head; his hair was wet, and I felt the beads of sweat drip from him. I could feel his heart thump.

My pucker was tight as I tried to keep his seed within me, but he had given me so much that the pressure was more than I could handle. Cum leaked from my ass.

Matthew lifted his head.

“That’s what I imagined love would feel like,” I said to him.

I saw him smile. “That was my first time,” he said. “Wait until I get good at it.”

I kissed him as tears filled my eyes. My Christmas was notgoing to be another lonely day.

*Christmas Will Be Just Another Lonely Day,
Written By Patti Seymour &Lee Jackson