The Christmas Gift
 by: Hankster

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It was two weeks before Christmas, and I guess you could say that I was filled with the Christmas Spirit (whatever that means).  Everywhere I went, every stranger that passed me, smiled at me, and wished me a Merry Christmas.  Somehow that made me feel loved, and that is why I was so vulnerable to what happened to me that afternoon.  You see, my boyfriend had dumped me about two months earlier.  I had descended into a deep depression, and I could barely function at work or in society.  All these good holiday wishes had somehow helped me better handle the tragedy of my life.

I was just leaving the bank, where my pay check was automatically deposited each week.  I withdrew more of it in cash than I usually did, so I had more spending money on me than normally.   I have no idea why I withdrew the extra money, especially since I had no plans to go anywhere, or do anything, for the immediate future.  Perhaps it was simply an act of fate.  I glanced up to see a man carrying a sign which read:  

I had not spent a single penny on Christmas gifts.  My family had disowned me when I came out.  I had a few friends, but nobody was close enough to exchange gifts with me.  I hadn’t spent any money on Christmas decorations for my apartment, either.  What for?  For whom?

I gave no thought to reason or propriety.  I looked in the man’s eyes.  They were warm and pleading with me.  I hardly noticed that he was filthy, and his clothes smelled of urine.  My cash withdrawal was still in the envelope the teller had placed it in.  I reached into my pocket and pulled it out.  I took out the first bill on top, which happened to be a hundred dollar bill.  I held it out to the beggar.

“Get a room at the Y,” I suggested, “and clean up.  Wash your clothes there, and then get yourself a good meal.”

The man kept staring at the bill.  Finally, he said, “It’s far too much.  I can’t accept it.”

“Nonsense.  I want you to have it.  You certainly need it more than I do.”

“Please,” he said, “when I get back on my feet, I intend to repay everyone who has helped me.  Do you have a card?  Please give it to me.”

I laughed inwardly.  I had no expectation of any repayment, but I figured that if I gave this beggar my card, I would make him happy.  I took out my wallet, and handed him my card.

“You don’t have to feel obligated to pay back anything,” I said.  “It’s my gift to you, a Christmas gift.”

“Nevertheless,” he said, “I intend to.”  He glanced at my card, and added, “James Hartman.”  I sensed that he smiled at me, but I wasn’t sure.  He needed to shave so badly that I couldn’t discern any facial expressions.

Before I left to go home, I took another look at the man.  I tried to determine his height, his weight and his age, but I drew a blank.  He was so dirty and disheveled, it was impossible to conclude anything about him.

I walked slowly home.  The store windows were bedazzling me with colorful Christmas lights and decorations.  I stopped often to admire their beauty.  By the time I got home, I had completely forgotten the hapless, homeless stranger. 

********** 

Let me tell you a little more about me.  I am thirty-one years old, and six feet, one inch tall.  I work out regularly, and have a good taut body.  My hair is ash blond, and I wear it a little longer than I should, around my ears.  I think I have a more youthful look when my hair is longer, especially since it tends to have a soft curl.  My eyes are hazel, and I have a small dimple in my right cheek.  It only appears when I smile, which I used to do often before Gary dumped me.  I wasn’t going to mention it, but everyone wonders.  My cock is cut, and about five inches flaccid.  I never really measured myself hard, but I guess it’s about seven and a half inches or so.

I kept my sexual orientation my little secret until I graduated law school.  My father is the biggest homophobe I have ever encountered.  The veins on his neck stand out when he reads about any kind of advancement toward equal rights in the gay community.  I even dated women to keep him from knowing that I was homosexual.

When my ex-boyfriend and I decided to live together, I felt that it was time to come out.  Gary and I went over to my parents’ house one Sunday, and together we told them that we were in love, and planned on moving in together.  What my father did next was so bizarre that nobody believes me when I tell the story.  I swear; it’s all true.  He ran to a drawer and took out a pistol.  He aimed it at me, and then at Gary.  I heard him cock the safety.

“If you two perverts aren’t out of my house in two seconds, I’ll kill both of you.”  I could see the veins popping on his neck.

His voice was so threatening, I can tell you that I was truly frightened.  I had never seen him like this.  As Gary and I left the house, I heard him say, “I never want to see or hear from you again.”  Until we got in my car, all I could hear was, “Perverts,” repeated over and over again.

Gary and I lived together for three years.  Then out of the blue, about a month before this past Thanksgiving, I came home from work and found a note on the hall table.  It read:

Sorry James.  I find living together, and being monogamous, is too constraining.  We don’t have fun anymore.  You are just too damned domestic for me.  Besides, I don’t want to look at the same cock every night for the rest of my life.  Find a homebody like yourself to shack up with.  Gary.

I looked around the apartment.  Everything he owned was cleared out, including a few of my favorite sport shirts.  I guess he figured I owed him that much.  I could care less.  The shirts were replaceable, but Gary was not.

After that I couldn’t get myself together.  I work for a large New York City law firm.  My boss is exceptionally pleased with my work in corporate law, and he keeps hinting at a partnership in the near future.  When my work began to suffer, Mr. Samuelson called me into his office and we had a little chat.  He knew I was gay, and I told him about Gary dumping me.  His reaction surprised me.

“When I was married for only nine months, my wife walked out on me,” he confided.  “For a long time I had trouble concentrating on work.  Then one day, I realized that it was all for the best, and it was better that it happened sooner than later.  I raised my spirits out of the dumps, and resumed my place among the living.  You’ve met the present Mrs. Samuelson, James.  She’s a beautiful, wonderful companion, and I thank God every day that my first wife left me, and I met Marian.”

I smiled dutifully and wondered what that had to do with me.  I was sure I had loved Gary more than he could possibly have loved the first Mrs. Samuelson.

Mr. Samuelson stood up and put his arm around my shoulder.  “There’s someone out there that is more deserving of you, James,” he went on.  “You’re a talented attorney, and a wonderful human being.  You deserve the best that life has to offer, and it’s going to come to you.  So please, try to put Gary out of your mind, and be the person, I have so much faith in.”  I started to cry, and he squeezed my shoulders a little tighter. 

I tried to concentrate harder on my work, and to my happy surprise, it did help me forget a little bit.  But outside of work, I still went home every night and cried myself to sleep.  I knew I was wrong, and this was not going to help me find that special person Mr. Samuelson promised for me, but I just couldn’t help myself.

About three days before Christmas, Mr. Samuelson called me into his office again.  I had pretty much got myself together, and my work was on track, so I wondered what this was all about.

He didn’t bother with small talk, and asked me right out, “Do you know Jerome Harris?”

“I know of him,” I answered.  He’s one of the biggest real estate developers in the tri-state area.”

“That would be Harris, Sr.  I mean do you know Jerome Harris, Jr.?”

“I didn’t even know there was a junior,” I answered, now totally confused.

“Well, sir, he seems to know you.  He called me a few minutes ago.  He said that his father was retiring at the end of the year.  He did not trust his father’s attorneys, and he was interested in hiring you.”

“How in the world….,” I mused out loud.  “We’ve never met.”

“He told me that you came highly recommended, but he felt that it would be more appropriate to call the head of the firm, rather than to go to you directly.  He wants to meet you in a social setting instead of a stuffy law office.  Apparently he’s having a little dinner party in his home on Christmas Eve, and he requested that you be there.”

I was too stunned to say anything.  Mr. Samuelson handed me a piece of paper.  “Here’s his address and telephone number.  He requested that you arrive at 6 PM for cocktails, and dinner at 7.”

I took the paper from Mr. Samuelson.  “Do you know what it would mean to the firm in billings to land the Harris account?  It would be a giant feather in your cap too, my boy,” he beamed at me.

I took the paper, nodded at my boss and left his office. 

********** 

I rang the bell to Jerome, Jr.’s apartment at 6:00 PM promptly.  He lived in an upscale apartment building on Fifth Avenue.  I had to get past the doorman and security to board the elevator which took me to the penthouse.

The door was answered by a very handsome man.  I figured him to be about my age.  He was just about my height also, and appeared to be built like a brick shithouse.  His hair was jet black and cut short.   His eyes were sky blue, which for me is an attractive combination.  He was casually dressed in a sport shirt and slacks.  He wore no socks or shoes.  No wonder.  The carpeting in the apartment was the thickest I had ever stepped on.  I felt very much overdressed in my suit, tie, dress shirt, knee high black socks, and dress shoes.

He greeted me warmly.  “You must be James,” he surmised.  “I’m Jerry.  Come on in, and get comfortable.  You look like you’re going to a wake.”

I smiled, entered the apartment, and from out of nowhere a woman appeared.  She took my overcoat, jacket and tie.

“Take off your shoes also,” Jerry said.  “Please get really relaxed and comfortable.  We’re old friends, after all.”

Now I was really confused and apprehensive as well.  I was certain we had never met.  “Have we met before, Mr. Harris?”

“Please call me, Jerry.  Yes we did meet once before, very briefly.  You left a deep impression on me.”

“Well then.  You have me at a disadvantage.  I don’t remember ever meeting you before tonight.”

“Tell you what,” Jerry said.  He took my hand, and led me to a wet bar in the living room.  “I’ll explain everything over a cocktail.  What’s your poison?”

“Bourbon and branch water, please.”

Jerry took a very expensive bottle of bourbon from among several other bottles.  He poured a jigger into two cocktail glasses, and added the faintest amount of water to each.  While he was mixing the drinks, I had a chance to study him more closely.  He was a gorgeous hunk of manhood, and my heart (to be very corny) was going pit-a-pat.  His slacks were a bit tight, and I could tell that he was well endowed.  For a moment I dared believe he wanted me to notice that.  He handed one of the glasses to me.

“It’s a shame to dilute such good bourbon,” he sighed, “but I can’t take it straight.”

“Same here,” I laughed.

Jerry clinked our glasses together, and toasted, “Here’s to a beautiful new friendship.”

That sounded like I was already hired, and I smiled at my future client.  “Yes, here’s to us.”  I took a sip.

We sat down on a sofa, and I asked, “How many other people do you expect for dinner?”

“Just you,” he replied.  “I thought we should get really well acquainted.”

“I must say, I’m surprised, but not disappointed.”

“Good,” he answered.  “I like you James.  I’m enjoying your company.”

I took another sip of my cocktail.  “I like you too, Jerry.  Are you going to fill me in now on how you came to request my services?”

Jerry removed his wallet, and retrieved a bill from it.  “Do you recognize this?” he asked.

“It’s a C Note.  Is there something special about it?”

“Yes,” he answered, “very special.  It was a gift to me from a very kind stranger.”

“I know it’s the thought that counts,” I commented, “but it’s hardly a special gift to a multi-millionaire.”

“Of course, you’re right, but the stranger didn’t know I was rich.  He himself is not poor, but still, it was a very generous gift from one stranger to another.”

I knew that I was supposed to remember something, but I didn’t know what.  Jerry kept looking into my eyes, begging me to remember.  I needed more information.  Now I looked into his eyes conveying my need for more information.

“Let’s have dinner now,” he said.  “We’ll talk more about it after we’ve eaten.”  He took my drink from me, and placed it on the bar.  “We’re having wine with dinner,” he explained.

The dining room table would have accommodated a small platoon.  Jerry sat at the head and I sat to his right.  The decision was easy.  That’s where the place setting was.  As I sat down, it suddenly occurred to me that this massive apartment was no more decorated for Christmas than mine was.  I thought for a moment of asking about it, but I figured that it was none of my business.  Could it be that this handsome hunk was as lonely as I was?  What a dumb thought.  Women were probably crawling to his bed.  But what if he didn’t trust women?  What if he thought they were all after his money?  I wondered what it was like to be as rich as he was.  Would men be fighting over going to bed with me?

We didn’t talk much during the meal, but we both had too much wine.  I definitely had a buzz on.  I wondered about Jerry.

When we had finished eating a delicious dessert of custard pie, Jerry stood up, so I did also.

“I’d like to show you the rest of my apartment,” he said.

“I’d like that a lot,” I answered sincerely.

“Well,” he said, sounding like a docent.  “It’s only five rooms, but they are huge.  You’ve already seen the living room and dining room.”  He led me to a huge kitchen, where the woman, who had taken my coat and jacket, was cleaning up.  It was no ordinary kitchen to me.  All the appliances were commercial size.  I had once toured the kitchen in The Four Seasons, and this looked very similar.

From there, he took me to the second bedroom, which he had set up as a library and office.  One wall was practically all window and faced uptown.  The view was spectacular.  I admired it, and he said that this was the room he went to when he wanted to forget business, and just relax. 

He led me through a long hallway to the other side of the apartment.  Along the way, he pointed out a beautifully decorated powder room.  “For your lady guests?” I asked with a smile.  Jerry smiled back, but didn’t answer.

From there, we entered the master bedroom.  This room faced downtown.  One wall was all glass sliding doors which led to a terrace the length of the room.  We went out on the terrace.  It was bitter cold, and we only stayed a few seconds in order to admire the view from this side of the apartment. 

Jerry had a king size bed.  “Is this the field of action?” I asked ingenuously.  I told you.  I was slightly drunk.  It’s a good thing Jerry was too.  He took no offense.

“It would be, if I was getting any action,” he said.  I couldn’t believe that this handsome hunk, with all his money, wasn’t getting any action.

He led me into the master bathroom, where I discovered a sunken tub, which doubled as a Jacuzzi.  “Wow, I said.  I would love to spend some time in there.”

“OK,” Jerry said.  “Later.”  I was flabbergasted, and much to my chagrin, I felt a stirring in my groin.  I looked quickly away from Jerry’s smiling face, and got another shock.

This room had no outside windows.  The walls were covered with nude photographs of handsome young men.  Some of their cocks were flaccid, and some were hard.  Only one picture showed two men in a passionate embrace.  Their cocks were not visible, but obviously, they were smashed together.  I was fixated on the pictures.  I came back to reality, when I heard Jerry ask, “You like?”

Now I did stare right back into Jerry’s eyes.  “I like very much,” I answered.  “Jerry, you’ve teased me quite enough.  Please tell me what this is all about.  What the hell is going on?”

He took my hand and we started toward his bed.  He sat down at the edge and patted the area next to him, indicating that I should sit also.  I sat down.  He was still holding my hand.  I looked into his beautiful eyes again, pleading with him to enlighten me.

“Do you remember,” he began, “about two weeks ago, you were coming out of The Bank of New York on Lex and 57^th, and you saw a homeless man begging for a handout?”

A glimmer of remembrance was starting in my brain.

“He was filthy, unshaven, and he smelled like a sewer,” Jerry continued.  “Everyone who saw him before you, had turned away in disgust, and not given him a penny.  You were the first person to look at him with pity.  Do you remember what you did?”

“Yes, I remember now.  I gave him a hundred dollar bill.  You said that the bill you showed me was given to you by a stranger.  That couldn’t be the same bill.”

“Yes, my friend.  It is the same bill.  You gave it to me.”

I stared at my host in disbelief.  “That’s impossible,” I muttered.  “What? How?”

“Oh,” Jerry said.  “I’m no scrooge.  I contribute to various charities regularly, but I never get to see the people who benefit from my giving.  Three years ago, I hit on the idea of begging on the street.  I hoped to find someone who would have pity on a poor homeless beggar, and help him out.  I vowed that if I ever found such a person, I would learn all about him, and then reward him appropriately in any way that I could.  I figured that the reward would be something like a good job, or money for an education.  In the three years I have done this, James, you are the only one who took pity on me.  Everyone else hurried away.  I must have repulsed them, and that was my intention.”

“I make a better than average living, and I have no family to support.  I don’t need anything from you.  I told you I didn’t want you to pay me back.”

“I know, my friend.  Please let me finish.  I hired a detective to learn all about you.”

“That was an invasion of my privacy,” I said softly, trying not to sound like I gave a damn.

“I know, but I had to find out what kind of man you were that you would take such pity on me.  I found out that you were considered one of the best corporate attorneys in New York, and that recently you were deserted by your partner.  He left you lonely and miserable, just like me.  Everyone who had ever showed an interest in me, was only interested in my money.  Obviously you were not.

“The best news to me was that you were gay.  When I first saw you, I thought you were so handsome.  I almost ripped off my disguise to ask you to have dinner with me, but wisely, I settled for your card.  Remember I nearly had to beg you to give it to me.

“The one thing I didn’t lie about is that I distrust my father’s attorneys.  My dad is retiring in a week, and I’m taking over the business.  I want you to handle my company’s legal affairs.”

I was so overwhelmed by Jerry’s confession, that in a most un-lawyer like fashion, I remained speechless.  He squeezed my hand tighter.  “Have you nothing to say?” he asked me.

“Well, here’s a confession from me,” I started.  “The minute I walked in the door this evening, I wanted to throw you on the bed and suck the cum out of you.  You are so fucking handsome, man.  What do you see in me?”

Jerry broke out laughing.  “I see a hot dude, who is kind to bums and other strangers.  I also know that money is not an option in how you may feel about me, and that makes me love you even more.”

“You love me?” I asked.

“Ever since you stopped to help me.  Please don’t run out on me tonight.”

“I had no intention.”

“Would you like to soak in the Jacuzzi with me?”

“Is tomorrow Christmas?”

Immediately Jerry stripped.  He wasn’t wearing underwear, and he was naked in seconds.  He was as well-endowed as I suspected.  He was already hard, at least seven uncut inches, and rather fat around.  I was cut, but we were about the same size.  At this point size was not a factor in my desire for him.

“Hurry up and undress,” he admonished me.  “I’ll run the water in the tub.”

I threw my clothes on his bed as he had done.  Somehow I knew that I was going to sleep in that bed tonight.  When I got to the bathroom, the Jacuzzi was half full of warm water.  Jerry took my hand and we stepped in.  We sat down in the tub, and when the water hit our chests, Jerry turned off the taps.

He took my hand.  Our bodies were touching.  He leaned into me and began to kiss me.  His lips were closed, but I opened mine, and our tongues met for the first time.  He felt so good, and tasted even better.  As we kissed, he wrapped his fist around my pulsating cock.  I did the same to him.

I stroked him gently for just a few seconds, and he recoiled.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing is wrong, but I started to cum, and I don’t want to cum this fast.”

“Listen Jerry,” I said.  As far as I’m concerned this is not a one hour, nor a one night, stand.  If you feel like cumming then do it.  We’ll take longer next time.”

“Just the same,” he said.  “The first time, I want to get you off inside of me, and in bed.  The same goes for me.  You can get as funky as you want later on.”

“In that case, I’m too worked up to stay here.  Let’s get dried up and hit the sack.”

“Great idea, Counsellor.”

We jumped on Jerry’s oversized bed, and wrapped our arms around each other.  The mattress was so huge, we occupied very little space on the bed.  Our cocks rubbed together.  It felt so good.  I had never felt this sexually aroused with Gary.

Jerry’s lips met mine, and our tongues began a dance of pure love and joy.  Without warning, Jerry began to slither down my body, kissing everything his tongue could reach along the way.  I found myself purring like a kitten.  When his hand wrapped around my balls, and his lips met the crown of my cock, I no longer purred, I moaned.

“Please,” I begged.  “Let me do that to you.”  Jerry released me and slithered up to lie beside me.  We kissed for another few minutes and then I started licking him from his lips to his cock.  When I put it in my mouth, it was wet with pre-cum.  Once again, I had to note that Gary had never tasted this good.

Jerry’s balls were shrinking, and I knew he was close.  I took as much of him into me as I could, and I tried to maintain a constant sucking motion with my tongue.

Jerry came with an eerie scream, followed by a series of groans and then silence.  I was too busy swallowing his juices to pay attention.  When his body stopped bucking, and I stopped swallowing, I said, “You sure are a noisy cummer, Love.  Do you think your cook heard us?”

“She’s probably gone by now.  After she cleans up dinner, she usually goes home.  She won’t be back now until after Christmas.”

“You mean we’re alone?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then I can make as much noise as I want to.”

Jerry rolled to the edge of the bed, and retrieved a box of condoms and a tube of lube from his night table.  “Let’s get tested soon,” he said, “but in the meantime…..”  He handed me the condoms and lube.  I put the condom on my anxious cock and lubricated it with the jelly.  Jerry took the tube and squirted a generous amount up his ass.  He rolled on his back, raised his legs, and spread his cheeks. 

I wasn’t even inside him yet, and I felt like I was cumming.  Still I entered him as slowly as possible, and as soon as I was fully in, I lost control and came.  I screamed louder than Jerry had.

“I’m sorry Jerry.  I wanted it to last longer, but I completely lost it.”

“No sweat, Babe.  You ain’t going anywhere.  I’m not letting you.  We are going to spend all day tomorrow in bed together.  After that, I’m putting a ball and chain on you.  I love you James.  I swear I’ll never leave you like Gary did.  I want us to be together forever.”

“Forever is a long time.”

“It’ll be too short for me as long as we are together.  By the way, I told my dad all about you, and I showed him the detective’s report.  He told me that you’re a keeper, and he’s given us his blessings.  When he saw your picture, he also told me to hold a tight rein on you, because he has slept with men in his day, and he thinks you’re hot.

“I’d like to meet your dad.  He’s the complete opposite of mine.”

“We are making him a retirement party at the office on the 30^th.  I want you to be there.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.  I’ll be there with bells on.  But we’re talking too much, Jerry.  Do you think you are recovered enough to fuck me now?”

“I told you.  We are going to make love all night and all day tomorrow.  There’s no room for recovery time.”

We made love for another two hours and then fell into an exhausted sleep.  When we woke, we showered together and brushed our teeth with the same toothbrush.

As we were preparing breakfast, Jerry said, “I’m sorry James.  You said the hundred dollar bill was a Christmas present to me, but I have no present for you.”

“You have got to be kidding me.  You gave me the biggest account I have ever landed, but that’s nothing compared to the fact that you gave me your love.  That’s the best Christmas present ever.”

“Let’s frame the C Note and hang it in our bedroom so we can always see it, and be reminded of our Christmas miracle.”

“Our bedroom?” I asked.

“Of course; I told you.  I’m not letting you get away.  Besides, it makes perfect sense that you should move in with me.  I own the building, and we won’t have to pay any rent.”  Jerry broke out laughing.

“Then let me pay you in kind.  I pledge to you my body and my soul for all time.”

Jerry’s eyes got misty with tears.  He grabbed me and hugged me, and our very flaccid cocks rubbed together.

“Merry Christmas,” we whispered in each other’s ears, as we pulled our bodies closer and closer. 

Posted: 11/21/14