Christmas at "The Bread Box"

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Love, Butch

I've always loved the Christmas season....from the lights, decorations, tree trimming, singing carrols, and best of all the food. I'm the owner of a bake shop in a large city with my speciality in baking bread. Every kind that your heart would desire, French, Italian, Rustic Whole Grain, Ciabatta, Sweet Bread, Brioche and specialty breads for special occasions. We also have a wide assortment of cakes, pies, cookies, donuts, and specialty confections all made from scratch with the finest ingredients. There is an area with small tables where patrons can enjoy their favorite pastry along with either coffee, tea, or cold beverages. I named the shop "The Bread Box"

My name is Spencer Hollister, I'm 38 years old, 5'7" 145 lbs., dark hair, hazel eyes and an athletic physique. I am a proud gay man always looking for Mr. Right.

I asked the crew is they wanted to work a few hours after the shop closed so we could decorate with a Christmas flare. The tree was placed in front of the large picture window and decorated in colors of red and silver. Under the tree was placed a miniature cho choo train chugging along for the enjoyment of the children and also for adults. The rest of the shop was festively appointed with garland, poinsettias, and greens. We finished and we all just stared at the beautiful Christmas display that we created. For the children we were handing out Santa cookies.

With the increase in business I decided to hire a full time pastry chef as most of my time was involved with baking bread. I placed ads and within a few days I was receiving inquiries. I ended up with seven candidates and scheduled interviews with each of them. I arranged the interviews at the end of the day due to the busy day workload. Out of the seven interviews, I narrowed it down to two candidates. They were both excellent pastry chefs and their credentials proved it. Candidate number one was very wise and detailed, introducing his skills to me. His demeanor didn't impress me, due to his extreme complementary praising of himself. It was distracting and I had an inclination that he would not get along with the rest of my staff. We were a very friendly group and worked in harmony for the good of my business. Candidate number two I was impressed with, introducing himself as Tobias Jameson, noting everyone called him Toby. Even though he was young at twenty Six years of age, he was polite, explained his skills without becoming overbearing, not to mention he was absolutely gorgeous....at about 6'1 190lbs. medium dark hair and blue eyes, he was without a doubt my kind of dessert.

I decided to hire Toby.... on the first few days of his employment I was impressed. I worked on one bakers table and he worked on the other, facing each other. He was somewhat shy and as we worked at our tables he would stare at me and when I looked at him he would turn away. He was absolutely gorgeous, with a chiseled face, a slight five o'clock shadow which I found sexy and alluring. His butt was something to be admired....perfect round globes, the sight which got me hard. Lucky for me, my apron hid my constant boner.

After a few weeks, patrons were commenting on the pastry with comments like, "I never tasted such delicious confections." I was happy with his devotion to his craft and he worked hard, and never complained.

One night after we finished I asked him if I could buy him a drink at the local pub, in which he agreed with excitement. We each had a glass of wine and he said he was tired and I agreed with him because the Christmas rush was upon us and the shop was extremely busy, plus all the take out orders placed by customers requesting bread rolls and large quantities of party pastries.

After a few glasses of wine, my mouth became loose and I told Toby that I was gay. He just looked at me with a shocked look on his face.

"Toby, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, no its fine, it was just a surprise....I'm also gay Spencer."

"Well now that we have that out and in the open, we can enjoy each other's company and be relaxed."

"I noticed when we were working you stared at me quite often."

"Yes, I did Spencer and I apologize, but you are one hot looking man."

"Why do you say that, I'm not a big guy."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, you are hot as hell and ooze sex appeal."

"Wow, are you looking for a raise Toby?, but thank you I appreciate the jester."

We had a few more glasses of wine and were feeling the effects and Toby, even though he was shy, started asking me some pretty personal questions.

"So, Spencer if you don't mind me asking you, are you a top or a bottom?"

"Wow, um, well I'm a bottom, what about you?"

"I'm definitely a top, with an 8" dick."

"Toby, are you coming on to me?"

"I don't mean to be forward, but I think your hot as hell, I have been drooling looking at your perfect butt....can you tell I haven't had sex in a while?"

"So, I know we are both tired but would you like to come to my home for another drink before we call it a night?"

"Yah, I'd like that."

We left and headed to my home, as I drove I was saying to myself....what are you doing, this guy is so young, but on the other hand, he is hot and if he wants me, how can I refuse?

We walked into the house and we were both nervous so I got us each another glass of wine. We sat on the sofa and talked for a while and then out of the blue Toby reached over and kissed me, just a soft kiss, pulled back just staring at me.

"Spencer, you have the most beautiful eyes, they are a mixture of gold, green, and chestnut brown, just extraordinary."

He leaned over again, but this time the kiss became hot, wet, tongues dancing in our mouths.

"I want you Spencer, do you want me?"

I didn't answer him, I just got up, took his hand leading him to my bedroom. We began undressing each other slowly, as we were filled with lust, never taking our eyes off each other. We got down to our underwear and slowly pulled them down as our cocks popped out. His cock was perfect, like he said about 8", but really thick which I loved. My cock was rock hard at 7" with substantial thickness and both of us cut. He had a huge mushroom head and was leaking precum. I couldn't hold back....got on my knees and started to take his mushroom head in my mouth, licking all around his corona, sucking up all his precum, I looked up at him, he took my head pushing me down his cock deep into my throat. I just kept him there and he was moaning, telling me he was enjoying my cock sucking skills.

I pulled out and kissed him, it was hot, fueled by a wanting by both of us. I got the lube out of the nightstand and handed it to him. He told me to lay on my stomach....he began fingering my hole after lubing his fingers. I was in gay man's heaven, but then he spread my cheeks and began to eat me driving me totally crazy. He worked his magic with his tongue, feverously pushing deep into my smokin hot hole.

"Toby, fuck me, please."

He lubed his cock and then placed his cock at my portal, penetrating me, as I gasped from his size. He continued until he was balls deep in me, then began a steady rhythm, hitting my sweet spot as I grabbed onto the sheets in total ecstasy.

"Spencer turn over, I want to look in those beautiful eyes and make love to you"

I did as he said and turned around and in one thrust he was buried back inside me. He laid down on my body fucking me with slow steady strokes, kissing me, our mouths burning from a deisire I hadn't felt in a long time. His scent was intoxicating. His body was rubbing on his cock, as we were soaked in sweat. I began rubbing his nipples, and he rolled his eyes, then I grabbed his ass, that sculpted ass and pushed him deeper into me. We were in perfect harmony, sharing emotional intimacy. We kissed in a rage of heat knowing that we were both close.

"Oh fuck, yes, it feels so good, I'm going to cum, oh fuck, fuck yah, Toooooooby."

"Yes, yes, I'm cumming too, fill me, breed me, fuuuuuuuuuck yes."

We just laid there, both of us quiet.

"Did you like it, was it everything that you expected?"

I didn't answer him and got out of bed and he followed me. He grabbed me by the arm and asked....

"What is it Spencer, wasn't it good for you?"

"Yes Toby, it was good but it can't happen again, there is a twelve year difference in our age."

"When two people care and enjoy each other, there are no boundaries."

"Well, it concerns me and I don't want it to happen again."

"I understand your concerns."

He got dressed and was soon out the door. At work the next day we hardly spoke and it was becoming very awkward. I didn't know what to do and with the bakery being so busy it was putting a lot of stress on me, and I know he was also very uncomfortable. For the next week it became more and more difficult and at the end of the day Toby approached me....

"I need to talk to you privately."

"Let's go to my office Toby."

I closed the door and he had a solemn look on his face.

"Spencer, after the holidays I will be leaving, I would not do it before because we are so busy."

"Why, why Toby?"

"Why, because I have feelings for you, and I'm miserable all day long, having to look directly at you. I felt a connection to you and you just pushed me aside."

"Oh gawd Toby, don't you understand what could happen because of our age difference, you would get tired of me as I aged before you."

"Your line of talk is ridiculous, when two people are right for each other it doesn't matter, do you understand me?"

"I do, but this cannot go any further and I am appreciative that you will stay through the holidays, but nothing more will come out of this."

"Tears welled up in his eyes and he stormed out of the office."

I felt horrible, because I had fallen in love with him., but I was not going to head into a relationship that would not survive.

The days that followed put a strain on both of us, we were extremely busy heading into the last week before Christmas and as Toby and I worked at our tables I couldn't help but stare....the way his face made little twitches as he kneaded the pastry dough, just made me want him so much more than I wanted to admit. Could it work I wondered? Does age really make a difference when two people are attracted to each other? All these questions swirling around in my head and in two weeks he would be gone.

I was having a Christmas party at my home for all my workers and their significant others and at the end of the night I approached Toby....

"Look, I'm having all the crew over for a Christmas celebration on Saturday night, would you like to join us?"

"Do you want me to come Spencer?"

"Of course I want you to come, your part of the crew."

"Okay, I'll be there."

The night of the party, I had all the food catered as I had no time to prepare anything. Everyone arrived and we were having a great time. The doorbell rang and when I answered the door, there he stood looking like a greek god. He came in and gave me a hug, and his scent of Acqua Di Gio cologne was enough to make me cum right there on the spot. The night was a great success and I gave everyone a bonus check. As everyone was beginning to leave, Toby was also going to leave.

"Toby, would you like to stay and have a drink with me to celebrate."

"Celebrate, celebrate what....my leaving?"

"No, not at all, if you prefer to leave I will understand."

I couldn't hold back and walked over to him and kissed him, a kiss that invoked every part of our bodies. I pulled away and looked into his eyes, I could see the fire burning within him, I told him to hold on....I went in the master bath and started running water in the jacuzzi, then went back to him, poured us a glass of wine and said....

 "We need to talk Toby."

"I know what your going to say, that it can't work between us."

"No, that's not what I was going to say, I wanted to say that I am willing for us to try if you want to."

"You know I do, you know how I feel"

I took his hand, leading him to the jacuzzi which was now filled....I began to strip and so did he. We got in the tub and he laid on one side and I on the other. He began moving his foot up my leg into my crotch and I did the same to him. He had this seductive grin on his face and moved up towards me, sitting beside me. He put his hand on my face, looking into my eyes....

"I love you Spencer."

"I love you too Toby."

I reached for the lube and he knew what I wanted. I got up and he took my place as he rubbed lube on his cock and my quivering hole. I put my arms around his neck, he placed his cock at my entrance and I sat down as his cock impaled me. I instantly began sliding up and down his fuck pole, gasping at the feel of his cock in me. We kissed, our mouths becoming molten lava, hot, wet, dripping as our saliva mixed, tongues requiring to be sucked.

"Oh fuck yah, your cock feels so good Toby, I want you, oh my gawd."

"Fuck baby, your sweet mancunt is mine, do you hear me fuck yah, ride me, oh shit, I'm cumming baby, mmmm."

"Oh fuuuuuuuck, me too, fuck yah, mmmmm."

We collapsed in each others arms, breathing heavy, coming down from erotic passion that only two people in love could share together.

"Toby spend the night, don't leave."

"I'm here baby, I'm not going anywhere."

Months flew buy and our love continued to grow, and not long after Toby moved in with me. One evening as we were sitting with me laying on his lap I said....

"Toby how would you like to become my partner?"

"I thought we were partners?"

"No I mean my partner in the business."

"Wow do you mean that?"

"Yes I do and while I'm at it, how about making our arrangement legal?"

"You want to marry me?"

"Yes Toby, more than anything else on this earth."

So Toby and I were married and now thirty years later as we are sitting reading, as I look at him, he still gives me that awesome feeling....his hair has gone grey and there are some wrinkles, but to me he is as handsome as ever. To think I almost didn't let this happen because of a twelve year difference in our age.

TOBY:  It has been almost a year since Spencer has passed, but he is with me every day and I thank God for the years we spent together.  All I have now is memories, but those memories sustain me.....

Quote for Thought

"Age is measured only by numbers, the difference in numbers has no bearing where love is concerned. You come to love not finding the right person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly."     

Butch