Christmas

Its been three years since I last visited my parent's home for for the Christmas Holidays. Robert, my former partner, always insisted that we stay in our own home and have friends and family visit our home for the Holidays. I'm convinced it was all engineered to show off Robert's latest acquisitions; a piece of furniture or some collectible treasure he purchased on the internet.

Robert, is almost ten years older than me and insists that his way is always the best without any discussion or consideration for my wants or wishes.  It was just this past Thanksgiving that Robert and I had a shouting match concerning his insistence that I was, and always would be subordinate to his decisions and desires.  His treasures were exactly that, HIS!

After cleaning up the dinner table and loading the dishwasher, I walked  out of our bedroom caring my overnight bag and a suitcase containing my meager belongings.  In the living room Robert was completely shocked when I told him that I was fed up with his manipulation and I was leaving him and that anything I've left behind was his to do with as he saw fit. From the time that I walked into the living room with my suitcases, and made my announcement, Robert, sat in stunned silence with his mouth agape as I turned, said goodbye and walked out the door with Larry, my dog.

I spent a couple of nights at a motel before I found a studio apartment within walking distance of the Veterinary Clinic where I'm most often performing small animal surgery.  Leaving Robert was like being set free. I was excited and very happy to once again be on my own and in charge of my life again. I directed all phone calls to voice mail and accepted only those of my trusted friends.

 I surprised my parents when I phoned and told them that my dog Larry and I would be there for Christmas this year. I'll  be going back to my childhood home home for  the Christmas Holidays.  My sister, Peg and her fiance Gary, are joining us for the Holidays.  This will be the first time that all of us will be together in the house Peggy and I grew up in since Peg and I finished college.  Although he would never say so, I knew my, Dad, like Mom, was happy to have the house full again.  

Larry and I arrived at my parents house three days before Christmas.  Both Mom and Dad  are in their sixties now, having parents who are older turned out to be a boon to both Peg and I growing up.  No matter what question we posed to them, we always got a correct and accurate response about every thing from Church and Religion, to the mysteries of the opposite sex.

When I was still in College, I came out to my family as a gay man, to a surprising and open acceptance of my sexuality from my entire family.  When I told them that I was terrified that they wouldn't accept me as I am.  It was my Dad that set about telling me that no matter what the circumstances, I am and always will be their son, whom they will always love unconditionally.  

“God made you as you are, David.  Who are we to question His motives?   We are forever grateful and blessed to have had the gifts of you and your sister. We would never question His reasons or motives.  You are our son and we love you exactly as you are.”

Dad and I finished putting the last of the outside Christmas lights and decorations in the front yard and on the house as well.  With Dad and I working in the yard Larry never left my Mom's side.  By the time we get back to our new home in the city that little dog will have put on ten pounds if his care and feeding is left up to my Mom.

From the first, since leaving Robert, I wasn't upset in any way nor despondent or sad about ending our relationship. There was nothing there that I wanted or needed.  A couple of my friends informed me that Robert was shocked to his core that anyone would leave him and his (our) beautiful home. For the first time in a long while, I felt good about myself and I love my little apartment.  People at the Clinic, began to think that I had found a new love.  I was very happy to be out on my own again.

Since I was just a little guy, I've loved everything to do with Christmas,  This year I got a tree so big it filled almost a third of the total space in my little apartment.  Growing up Dad always insisted that the tree top Angel's wings reach to the ceiling.  After Peg and Gary arrived I excused myself and asked my Mom if she needed anything while I was out and she handed me a two page grocery list and six twenty dollar bills. My first stop was at Wal-Mart where I picked up the little things, candy, fruit and little gifts of practical things, like a Cross ball point pens for the men and necklaces for got the ladies..  I had gifts for every one including Larry, my dog, the current love of my life.  While I was finishing up Mom's list I heard my name called over the speaker system.  

“Davy Watson...call home.”  

I laughed out loud!  Only in Woodbury would your mom phone the Bi-Lo to have you add something forgotten to her shopping list. When I looked up from the list, I saw a familiar face coming down the aisle,  toward me and laughing.  I recognized him immediately, as Jack Brady, our neighbor and my childhood best friend.  We hugged each other and remissnessed about the good times growing up. My feelings for Jack were deep seated, having had a crush on him since we were in Middle School.  Mom always referred to him as 'that nice Brady boy.'  He was always thoughtful and kind, all attributes that everyone should aspire to.  Now years later his boyish good looks have morphed into a very handsome ,  and distinguished man.  Jack was laughing about my Mom having me paged at the Bi-Lo. Eventually I gave him a condensed version of my life since High School.  At first the flying everywhere was exciting and my work did provide me with a very comfortable living, even though it would be so much more rewarding to have someone to share the my success with.

I related my story of continually crisscrossing the country always flying about from one city to another, never being able to put down roots.  I've accumulated an insane number of  Frequent Flyer miles and no one to travel with to exotic places.  Jack told me about his being a session musician in the recording industry. I was astonished to learn that he plays the Piano, Strings, Horns and Reeds and he sings as well.  Plus and has written a couple of big hit songs as well.  He's also written a couple of hit songs, one of them that got to number eight on the country charts  and another made it to number eleven.   Song writing is where the big money is. Just before we parted company Dave said...”Don't forget about us, Jack ... call me while you're flying all over the the country, David.  

Back at Mom and Dad's I went to my old bedroom I sat on my old bed and thought about Jacks parting words...”Don't forget about us David.”  I wasn't sure what 'us' meant, but I did recognize that our chance meeting back in our home town had reawakened all the old feelings I've always had for that nice Brady boy! (Mom's always know!)

 I helped Dad, carrying in wood for the fireplace and making sure that the outside lights were all working correctly.  For the seasons first Holiday meal Mom served up Chicken and Dumplings  with creamed style corn, biscuits, and cornbread, whipped potatoes with English peas and a Dutch Apple pie with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream for desert.  Mom was in her element, cooking for her family always made her the happiest.  For Christmas Day Mom served  our family favorite, baked chicken (Mom always said that turkey was too dry to be on her menu.) with cornbread dressing and giblet gravy, a green bean Casserole, creamed sweet potato with pineapple and cinnamon topped with chopped walnuts, and my fresh fresh cranberry relish.  Christmas cookies were in every room in the house.

On the second day after Christmas Jack packed up his and Larry's things and drove back to our new home in Nashville.  I thought about  a lot about Jack Brady.  I knew I had three days before I had to fly out to the west coast. I unpacked my things and took the note with Jack's phone number from my wallet and called him,  He wasn't answering his phone as yet and I left a message inviting him to dinner tonight.  He wasn't answering his phone as yet and I left a message inviting him to dinner tonight. A bit after three PM Jack returned my call and we chatted for more than an hour.  I wasn't sure of it but I felt certain that Jack is gay.  There is nothing that I can point to, it's just the whole vibe I get when he's talking.  I sure hope that I'm right about him.  He is talented beyond belief musically, handsome, affable  and just an all around good man.

I phoned and got a reservation for dinner at the Stillery, downtown on Second Avenue. Their Chop, Chop Salad alone is worth the trip there, delicious beyond belief.  (Roasted tomato, Brussels sprouts, roasted red bell pepper, over Romaine lettuce, herbs and shaved hearts of palm, all drizzeled with a honey balsamic vinaigrette.)

We had a terrific time reminiscing about childhood memories of school and old friends.  I told him that one day soon I wanted to hear him play, it didn't matter which instrument, I just wanted to hear him play when I return to town from my next business trip.  I'll be away for two weeks this time, Crisscrossing the country seven times.

“Well then Jack said... tonight, after our meal I'll  take you to my place out on Granny White Pike and I'll play for you.”

 Jack's place turned out to be a newly renovated, one story ranch style brick home with a two car garage.  In the back yard as far from the main house as possible was a smaller stone structure that looked to be an artists studio with an entire wall of glass that  faced a small English style garden away from the main the main house.

I loved Jack's studio, it was the perfect bachelor's place to me with a tiny kitchen an under the counter  refrigerator, a bathroom with shower stall and a great room that is 20 feet wide and forty feet long.  In the great room the corner opposite the entrance was the music room area with his instruments on stands and a cabinet stuffed full of sheet music.  The double bed was hidden by a folding screen and a large fireplace occupied the other end of the studio.  It could be the quintessential bachelor pad.

Jack opened the keyboard and sat at the Piano.  The song he began to play was a  long time favorite of my Paternal Grandmother Watson Titled, Clair deLune. Gran played it every time I visited with her.  I was riveted to my seat.  Jack's music was so beautiful I felt a tear trace down one cheek remembering my dear sweet Grandmother.

“You have a wonderful gift Jack, making music is where you belong. I am very jealous of you and your talent, my friend.”

“I know that you said you are flying out in a couple of days, you have my phone number, call me David, we can chat on the phone until we see each other again.”  

There was no doubt about it David was completely transfixed by Jack's playing of the Debussy piece. It's more than him just playing an instrument...I got the feeling that for jack, music is very similar to Worship for him

“I'm serious about you calling me while you are crisscrossing the country high above us. David.  I don't want us to lose touch again.,  You've always been my good friend and I do want to us to keep in touch.  With my crazy schedule it's hard to find and keep good friends.  We go back a long time together, we're connected differently than anyone else I know.  

True to his word, David called me every evening after work.  He devised a guessing game with me, trying to figure out where he was tonight with clues supplied by David. It felt good just to be talking to him, there was never anything of much importance other than the fact that we were connecting with each other again.  About two weeks into his cross country flights there was a layover flight at his home base in Nashville.  As soon as we were allowed to deplane I rushed through the tunnel and was about to hail a cab when I saw a Limo Driver holding up a sign with “WATSON” on it.  The driver held the door for me as I he climbed into the Limo.

“Hello handsome, are you just passing through or are you gonna stay a while.”  David was surprised that a Limo was there to meet him and he didn't realize that it was Jack in the Limo until he  heard him giving the Driver his  instructions,.  Downtown we exited the Limo at the The Hermitage Hotel on 8th avenue. In Nashville.”

Tonight we'll share a two bedroom suite, but I'm hoping that as more time goes by, there will only be a need for just one bed, Jack had done a great job, there was a room service cart with a variety of cold cut meats as well as wine, beer and blended whiskey all on the cart. David found out later that Jack has friends all over the city,  always willing to help out a friend.  The Hotel suite, the food cart and liquor tray were all furnished by the Hotel's night crew who are much more lenient than the daytime crew.

The Limo driver deposited them at the Hotel and said that he would pick them up at 9:45 AM for David's  out bound flight at 11:00 AM.  Entering the Hotel Suite, David dropped everything he was carrying and pulled Jack into a hug, Looking into David's eyes Jack gave a nervous little smile.  He started to say something but Davy spoke first.

“ I hope that we don't cause any trouble for the night crew here at the Hermitage.  They've done so much.”

The first thing that David wanted to do was take a shower.  Jack could hear him humming a tune. When David came out of the shower he was wearing only a towel tied around his waist. Seeing a near naked David, flustered Jack, he had no memory of Jack's pre-adolescent body, but the man standing before him with only a towel around his w is the embodiment of everything Jack had ever wanted in a partner and lover.  There's a mat of  dark brown chest hair spread across David's muscular pecs and a dark, tantalizing,  treasure Trail splitting him down the middle.  David's cock was pressing against the towel as it began to plump up.  

“Stay here with me tonight Jack.  We've plenty of food and drink, no need to leave the comfort and convenience of the hotel,  There are two beds, I remember that we often slept together when we were 'tweens.    I remember your stiff cock poking against my back side.  For a little guy you were packing out sized  equipment.”

Both men were tired, Jack from a long  recording session at the studio and David from a flight from Seattle to Nashville.  They both lay on the bed, fully clothed. Soon they were both sleeping soundly.

 Sometime during their nap, David pulled Jack tightly against him as they went back to sleep. David' s very hard cock pressed firmly against Jack's backside. Jack let out a sigh of contentment and pushed back against David's firm body against him.  David's whistling in the shower woke Jack around six thirty the next  morning.  

“Last night was the best night's sleep I can remember in a long while David.  I know we started out in separate beds but I remember waking with you spooned to me, holding me close against you, my body molded to yours.  I can't remember the last time that happened.  It's been a long time since anyone held me like that.  I slept so very well cuddled up with you.”

“I slept well too, David, very well.

The next morning, the Hotel limo delivered Jack and David  to he to the airport.  As Jack stood watching David's plane until it was out of sight he felt a large lump in his throat, he fought back tears as he watched David's plane depart...Jack felt a stabbing pain in his chest, an overpowering feeling of loss as he watched until David's plane could no longer be seen.  With a heartfelt sigh and a shudder that shook his entire body,  Jack collected his things and went back to his home alone.  This business with the two of them meeting up again and sleeping spooned together. like they did as children created a strain on Jack.  He's developed a strong desire to be with David as his friend and with the hope that one day, they might become much more than friends.  

It was the middle of February, two days before Valentines Day when David had two weeks off without

a client meeting.  He knew that it is time to own up to these renewed feelings he's developed for Jack.  Not yet certain that Jack felt as he did, he knew that it was time to either confess his love or revert to  being just former classmates and friends.  They  had scheduled a diner together for Valentines day and had a wonderful meal.  Back at Jack's home David decided that it was time.  Once and for all they must make a change.

“It's Time to address the Elephant in the room.  I'm gay Jack... and I think, and I hope and pray that you are also.  I'm ready, I don't want to wait any longer.  I want you! I want us to be together,  I've been crazy about you since we were nine years old.  That's long enough to find the man that I love. I do love you Jack and I want us to be together.  I'll get another job, one that will let me be at home with you at night. There...I've finally said it.  I love you David and I want to be with you, to be your partner, your lover and your friend.  Is there any chance that you feel the same way as me?”  

“I want to make love with you.  I has to be you, It has to be you, I've always loved you too.  Since we were nine years old, I've never imagined being with anyone else.   I can't imagine anyone other than you I want to do that with.”

“YES!  I love you  the same way David.  I had finally worked up the courage to tell you and I intended to tell you tonight...but now we both know the waiting is over.  Come with me Jack, It's time, Let's make love.  

Their future together, loomed before them, knowing that now they could take their time, but the rush to get naked was still frantic.  Sweet and tender kisses gave way to raw, urgent unbridled man sex.  Not wanting to wait another second, Jack turned to the sixty nine position and gagged as he tried to take all of David's cock at once.

Jack rubbed his face in the dark chestnut mat of curls that covered Davids chest. The smell of him was intoxicating  There were no words now, each acting on his own to caress, hold and kiss the other as each of them explored the other's body.  I've wanted you back in my life for a very long time now.  Its always been you Jack, you're the only man I've ever wanted. In the shower the stood, embraced from lips to knees as the warm water cascaded over their bodies.

Needing air they broke their kiss and Jack moved his lips to a nipple, getting a deep groan from David.  Jack kissed and licked every inch of David he could get his mouth and lips on.  David's erection was so hard his cock ached.

“Now Jack, pl large aease. Put your cock inside me now!  I've wanted this so very long.” With no lube handy Jack used shampoo to ease Jack's entry.  Ever so gently and great patience, Jack eased his cock helmet against David's sphincter.  

“It's been a very long time since I've done this Jack, but I want you in me.”

It began to look like David would never open up enough to let Jack's cock enter him. Finally in frustration, David locked his ankles and quickly pulled Jack inside him,stifling a scream as Jack's cock quickly filled him. Instinctively Jack stopped all movement anb remained as still as he possibly could while David gulped in air.  It was only a matter of minutes before David was pulling on Jack, wanting more cock inside him.  David opened his arms and Jack moved to thrust his cock deeper inside his Jack.

“Oh migod! All of your cock is in me Jack, I'm so full of you.  Give it to me now Jack, give me that big cock of yours, make me yours, oh fuck!  You feel so good in me.  Do it harder babe, give me all of it, this is it Jack, your cock is finally where it belongs, inside me.  I love you ...please, fuck me Jack, feed me all of that fat cock of yours.  Oh David, I feel it starting.  Ohmigod your feel so goodd in me.  Ride me, fuck me, love me...your all mine now Jack, I'll never let you go.  Jack lifted David's legs and knee walled his way to be atop and behind David's insatiable butt. As they fucked  their way to the most satisfying orgasm either of them had ever known.  Both David's torso and the bed sheets were soaked with job their semen when Jack collapsed atop Davids stomach and chest.  Neither said a word, they just lay together.  No words were needed and it would still be a while before either of them could talk.

David gave notice the following afternoon of his intention to resign from his job but his boss refused to accept David's resignation.  

“David will you stay on with us and do your work by telephone as much as possible.  There will still be three day seminar sessions twice a year, you'll always have your preference in accommodations and your title of Client Manager with a Corporate Credit Card as well.  We don't want to lose you David.  Take a week or two off and get settled into your new home.”

They moved David's things into Jack's house the following day.  The boxes with David's things remained stacked in the great room for four days while David and Jack tried to make up for lost time together.  Taking time off  his job himself, Jack kept David busy in the bedroom as they made love in every room in the house so often that they didn't bother with keeping count any longer.  

It was into their second week of living together that Jack asked David to top him.

“I see how much David loves to have you fuck him and I want to feel that emotion like you do.  Will you please teach me to ride your cock David.”

“Yes! It's just another way for me to love you, of course I want you to top me David but I will always want your magnificent cock in me.”  

 Another beginning!