December Catch of the Day
by: Staley Cole Smith
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Byron is someone difficult to ignore. He is intelligent, mature and very nice looking in a designer shirt. Being slightly younger than Gary makes things interesting.
I feel a bit odd talking this way because I am Bryon and doing what pleases me since I can remember is simply stating the obvious. Falling in love with Gary is the easiest thing I have ever done.
Folks recognize us as a couple of bookends. When Gary and I got married, the gadabout gays never noticed a thing. There is no doubt that attraction goes to attraction at any age. I am a lot older now, and less constrained by what other people think than when I was young. We are currently in our fifties.
Winter arrived early and on December 4, a noreaster storm dumped over a foot of snow on upstate New York. The city got less but the inconvenience of snow falling day after day became depressing.
The Gay Community Center in the Bronx had scheduled a holiday buffet for Friday 19 that fell on a Saturday. By then the Bronx was clear of snow, but it was still cold and snowy on the ground. This year Christmas would definitely be white.
I am too concerned about tomorrow like an out of work actor. My age and my standards, I must admit, are different from most people. I did not see it coming, but life was about to flip around physically. It may be good or the opposite, only time would tell.
There is nothing like December with the house decorated for the holidays even though I am Jewish, I love this season of Hanukah and Christmas. It means parties, company, good food with exciting cookies and special treats.
“Hey there studly, what is taking you so long, time is fleeing. You have to spill some jokes. Collect your precious thoughts and get a move on,” said Gary to me, his married partner whom he still calls his boyfriend.
I have grown used to Gary’s routine babbling tuning him out most of the time. My world is composed of thoughts and feelings not merely gossip.
He hated the term ‘husband’ between two men, but that was how Gary looked at things. When it came to liking or disliking certain terms, Gary was the biggest jackass on the block. “We are both adults here. Doesn’t everybody look out for number one?” he would use for a comeback if criticized. What that had to do with gay married, he never would explain.
The Gay Community Center’s December get together, celebrated Christmas and Hanukah for scores of gay people in the Bronx every year. Those who were able brought a ‘dish to pass’ for a buffet table. The meeting hall was large with round individual tables, so folks mingled and sat wherever they could. For entertainment, people both young and old would give short comments about being gay. It was silly, but something to smile at.
Nothing was educational in the sense of spouting off grievances. Over time, the comments became goofy, and often rude. It was all fun and no one became offended where it showed, except for a couple of mean lesbians.
I was used to crowds of people and speaking to an audience never bothered me. Some people would get embarrassed, but not me.
“Okay, I am ready,” I said, let’s go.”
“You’re not wearing that,” replied Gary looking at me dressed in red and white striped pants with a matching top.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“You look like a freakin candy cane, that’s what’s wrong with it”
“I’m a Jew,” I babbled, “So; a Jew doesn’t like candy canes? I want to be festive and accuracy matters.”
“You’re a regular Dolly Levy. You look like a Schmoe,” said Gary, sounding sarcastic. “Okay-okay, wear the damn thing.”
There was one thing special about Gary. He was the classic example of an overbearing person who was always right. He knew what to say, and what he did not know, he made up, just to get the last word.
We have been together for years and a physical touch cemented the relationship. As we grew older and gay marriage became possible, we tied the knot legally. It made owning property and finance so much easier not having to probate a will when the inevitable happens. I still think it’s nuts.
We arrived at the Community Center in time to fill the buffet tables with an assortment of food dishes. Everything was free and passes given in advance for seating. The gay bars reigned supreme where people flocked after eating. Some things never change.
A senior drag queen (a polite way to say seventy-six) called Dalilah, stood up tapping a glass with a spoon attempting to silence the crowd. It worked too because she looked like an old woman with a voice like Tarzan.
Folks quieted down and a rather large lesbian in bib overalls got up to make an announcement. I thought she was going to say…”Getter done”
“Okay, brownie queens, listen up. I am Cindy and I am here with my wife Laura. She is the sugar cookie over there with the auburn hair wearing the sexy red and white striped candy cane top.” She cried out as if it was a grand announcement or something important.
“Oy vey Byron, give a look. She is wearing your shirt, how delightful,” mumbled Gary elbowing me as if it was something special. “Idiot, I told you not to wear that thing.” Concluded Gary
“Who cares, a shirt is a shirt, and it looks better on me.”
“It’s a man’s shirt, she is wearing” Gary reminded me
“Duh, no kidding,” I replied trying not to laugh at the obvious.
Cindy talking nonsense made a couple of comments about the holiday season. She struggled to say something comical and clever but failed to do it.
“I better get my ass movin and say something quick before you are back on the streets picking up fresh air and the tourist.” Cindy roared with laughter thinking she was entertaining. There were a few giggles but that was about it.
“As I look around the room,” began Cindy; “the silver and red balls are an endearing touch. I am sure that Tony preferred blue balls, but his boyfriend Stevie wanted to keep it real. Who is your decorator? Oh, how it saddens me,” She exclaimed, taking a swig from the beer bottle in her hand. “C’mon folks yell out something; I am dying up here.” Confessed Cindy
“You can’t get any deader,” yelled out Jamie, a fruit swishing bar fly that laughed at everyone except himself.
“Okay Ladies, I’m gonna sit down and do some drinkin. I am getting ready for New Years and I want to beat the rush.”
Gary nudged me getting to my feet. I liked to think of myself as being over the hill, but that is far from the truth. I am in my fifties with silver in my hair and a body no longer that of a teenager, but mysterious with two legs and a playground in perfect working order.
People were talking and paying no attention to me. The room looked chaotic the way the gay crowd likes it best. I felt like sitting back down, but did not.
“Okay people, owners the rainbow flag and construction workers,” I bellowed out a strong voice. A gentle looking blond boy with hair tied into a bun walked by and smiled at me.
"There goes Doris Day,” I chuckled, getting a mixed reaction. Most had never heard of Doris Day, so that ended rather quickly.
Two fellows, probably in their thirties, sat together looking as if they were lost. They were not faces that Gary or I recognized.
The young man that I called ‘Doris Day’ left the center. One of the men from the table followed him fading into the snow-covered darkness.
The other one was now alone leaning back in his chair looking vulnerable. I had been studying him trying to piece together what he was thinking. However, it was not working very well.
He looked to be about 5/10 and not especially husky, but not skinny either. His hair was brownish and cut short. His mouth framed with a trimmed beard typical style of the day. The beard looked appetizing on his face with a nose, mouth and chin that supported the beard like a western star. He was not gorgeous but definitely a good-looking man. I was hoping he would stand up; being a butt and crotch watcher, although I would never admit it.
Gary was flitting around the room with Lady Dalilah, trying to clear off the dessert table. Good lord the no talented girlie show was enough to give Ru Paul a bad name. It was comical watching Gary move; he was right in his element.
At one time Gary waited tables in Provincetown, Mass during the summer when the gay crowd flocked to Cape Cod. That is where I first met him. We were both in our twenties, and exploded like two dynamite sticks. We pawed one another like patriots and eventually lived together, maintaining our independence. As year after year rolled off the calendar we became so liberal, that it was painful and frankly stupid.
The thing we take seriously is genuine affection loving each other. Everything else is fluff. We are a priceless couple but not innocent by a long shot. Hooking up with a stranger occurs now and then, yet we never give it a second thought. Casual sex has no purpose other than stiffness with different strokes.
“Who are you looking at?” asked Gary brushing past me carrying a pedestal cake plate with nothing on it except crumbs and some chocolate frosting.
“Did you notice the number sitting alone at the table by the clothes rack? He had somebody with him but now he is alone,” I said to Gary.
“Yup, I did. He is not much, I’ve seen better,” replied Gary
“I think he is a cutie. He is not a boy, but a man,” I mumbled.
“Try not to be a slut dear. It is so unbecoming. Oy vey, all the work I have to do around here and people are leaving left and right. Some help. You know, would be nice. Wait, don’t go anywhere.” said Gary.
Gary returned with the man, we were talking about moments earlier. He introduced him to me as Mike, an old friend.
“Would you like to put that to music,” I said. Gary was such a jackass and would make up scenarios about people all the time. He had no idea who Mike was; there is no glory in a game of bullshit, however, he never stopped trying to be popular, so I just smiled and kept my mouth shut.
“Okay men, what do you want me to do? I volunteered my assistance, so lead the way,” gurgled Mike. “I noticed the two of you are wearing wedding rings. –Married, he inquired?”
“That’s what a certificate says, but we are not clingy, jealous people. Gary and I take social and even sexual liberties without ruining our home life. We are past the age of adopting children but marriage does have its advantages with taxes and spousal survival,” I explained like an experienced accountant.
“It’s obvious that you have put thought into being married,” replied Mike
“No, not really, we have been together for years and it was that way from the beginning long before gay marriage came along. It is not everybody’s cup of tea, but we like it. It works for us so why should a piece of paper change how we live; we are not in a hurry to grow old.” I said
“It shouldn’t as long as that is the way you both see it. I think it is cool, concluded Mike, who had already begun stacking chairs.
Mike had something that seemed hidden. At first glance, he looked rather ordinary. After being around him soaking in a second glance, he was not ordinary, but exceptional with a genuine sweetness about him.
Gary whispered to me. “Lordy, you know how much I appreciate a man with a good booty. Look at Mike, not too big and not too small and the cheeks of his butt are like a saddle”
“Calm yourself ‘Hopalong’ if there is any riding to be done, I saw him first”
“Did not” mumbled Gary
“Did too”
“Who are you talking about”” interjected Mike, hearing only part of our conversation.
“We are talking about horses,” said Gary. “You see we like riding as a sport. Byron’s dad was a jockey and he taught us how to ride.”
“Of course he did,” smirked Mike letting us know he was not stupid.
Okay men, it looks like things are in good shape and I have to hit the road and find a way home. I live in Jersey.” Exclaimed Mike
“What happened to your friend Doug, is he coming back?” asked Gary
“I doubt it. Doug came to the Bronx knowing that his boyfriend Liam would be here and I tagged along for moral support and sucker Company. It looks like he found him. Liam is the person that Byron called Doris Day.”
“I probably shouldn’t have done that, but he looked so ’whatever will be will be.” I said
“I keep telling Byron not to make jokes about strangers; some get really pissed, you know.” Said Gary
“My problem is bigger; I need to find a way to Manhattan. From there, I can make out fine," concluded Mike.
“How far do you have to go?” I asked
“Newark.” Replied Mike
“That is in Jersey,” exclaimed Gary sounding a bit surprised.
Of course, Newark is in New Jersey. Every New Yorker knows that,” I blurted out then feeling sorry afterwards for poking fun at Gary.
If you know where you are going you can take the subway to 96th street, or if you are flushed with cash, a taxi is about $50.00 / $60.00 bucks and fifteen minutes to Manhattan, but the meter keeps going up. From there Jersey is a short train ride.” Gary replied, sounding like a travel agent.
“Or, you can hang around and come home with us and we will drive you to Jersey in the morning,” I said trying to set a plan in place.
“Ha ha-ha, am I supposed to be a sandwich between two daddy studs,” said Mike
“It is only a suggestion Mike. You don’t have to be anything; just sayin that you are welcomed on a snowy December night.”
“Thanks, I would like that,” he replied
Mike and I left the Center around 10.00 pm, and Gary stayed behind to finalize the cleanup and put his approval on everything. He loved being in charge of folks, even though it meant little to the people at the center.
It started snowing again as we walked through the glass doors and on to 161st street. “Okay boss, where do we go from here? Asked Mike
“Stick with me kid, daddy knows the way,” I said laughing.
Mike gave me a little pinch on the ass and I jumped not expecting it.
“I’m sure you do,” was all he said…
“Warm Flesh on a cold day”
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“Where is that number going with your husband,” said Dalilah with eyes glued to Mike’s sexy way of walking. “Damn, but something nasty goin on there; yes sir, I gots the feeling.”
“Byron is helping Mike, get back to Jersey. I am not worried about anything happening. Byron is a rock with an open mind,” replied Gary
“It’s not his mind you gotta be concerned with. It’s that hot walkin booty bottom with him.”
“Ha ha-ha, it is good to have opinions, but nothing to be concerned about.”
“I am not concerned –just jealous.” Mumbled Dalilah running a dust mop along the highly polished floor, “I guess I just have to live with what I have, Lord, but I is pretty.” He said laughing and shaking his head.
The snow picked up a bit falling faster creating footprints and tire tracks. Any moment a plow would be going by keeping up with the weather.
“Where are we going?” asked Mike for the second or third time.
“Tribeca, Gary and I live in SoHo”
“That is Manhattan?
“That’s right”
“How cool, I can get to Newark using the Path Train from the Trade Center. I thought you men were from the Bronx,” said Mike “Lower Manhattan is perfect.”
Gary is from the Bronx and I come from Springfield, Mass. However, we don’t live in the Bronx; we lease a place in Manhattan”
“I have a roommate Doug, we live in Newark”
“A room-mate or boyfriend” I asked
“We are friends” was Mikes only reply.
“How are we getting to Manhattan, I get lost in the Bronx” admitted Mike
‘Not to worry; we’ll take the train to 96th street and then shoot downtown to SoHo trust me, I assured him, squeezing his arm. I won’t get us lost.”
The subway ride to 96th street took 20 minutes of jostling, stopping and starting with people coming and going. It was not crowded just annoying.
We sat side by side with our knees touching. Mike reached over and took my hand as if I was his boyfriend.
“Thanks” said Mike
“For what”
“For not leaving me by myself in the Bronx after Doug took off after Liam. I didn’t complain, but I did feel slightly deserted after he left me alone.”
“I’m a tiger dragging home the catch of the day,” I said squeezing Mike’s hand. “Of course you realize that is a joke,” I concluded
“Is that what I am, your ‘catch of the day’? OMG, that is funny as hell, he giggled. “What do I have to do, when we get there?” asked Mike
“Oh nothing, it is just a silly expression,”
“You are a cool guy,” said Mike. “I just wanted to say that,” he added
“So are you. I would never leave you behind as Doug did going after the Doris Day look alike
“He takes off all the time chasing after some character. Doug is a friend; just rather trampy.”
We transferred, taking the N train to Prince Street. The snow was still falling but at a much slower place. The worse thing was the wind that had picked up considerably blowing off the Hudson River.
The “Café Prince” served late snacks with plenty of hot tea, coffee or cocoa. It was a block away from where I lived in SoHo.
“What do you think? I asked stopping in front of the café”
“I think I am freezing my ass,” said Mike
“Man, you don’t want to freeze something as precious as that,” I tittered like a pervert, yet straining to be elegant.
“C’mon old man, I’ll buy the coffee, you provide the warmth,” said Mike taking my hand. We sat opposite each other at a table near the window.
“This is kinda nuts having coffee here, when I live a block away with a kitchen and plenty of coffee. I also have muffins and Christmas cookies.”
“Probably, still it is cozy here getting to know you,” replied Mike
“Oh, are we scheming something?” I asked smirking like an idiot.
“I can scheme, if you think it’s a good idea. Since you’re my daddy tonight, pleasing is what I do best.” said Mike “How’s that for an answer?”
“Not bad - you are full of surprises. “You have beautiful eyes; oy vey so kissable are those lips. I am a Jew,” I said putting Mike’s hand on top of mine.
“I know you are, I love Jewish men. They are skillful moving and speaking, as if they really care, about what they are peddling”
“I do care, and what is this ‘peddling’ business?” I asked
“Oh stop, you want to get off with somebody different, like we all do,” commented Mike. “Okay, sorry ‘peddling’ was the wrong word to use.
“You think so, huh?
“Yes, I know so,” replied Mike sipping coffee and peaking over the edge of the cup at me. “Now you are annoyed?” he added
Well, you are different,” I agreed but I am not annoyed, it was all so ridiculous. I admire a person with spirit and Mike was trying to say the right thing not knowing anything about me.
He took my hand across the table and began stroking a finger. It was evident he had a sweetness about him. He longed being daddy’s boy even though he was a man in his thirties. This was becoming interesting. It was like playing a chess game and I knew that Gary would think so too.
“Is your husband Gary going to be home when we get there,” asked Mike. I feel strange groping a man in front of his married half.”
“Think of it as a performance”
“I am not good when it comes to fondling,” he replied
“Then don’t and we will fondle you. Do you think you can handle us both?” I said
“Oh God yes, what a question, I can do both. I am usually a bottom but I can be whatever you want me to be.”
Our knees touched and we sat as if glued together. I dipped my finger in the coffee, and Mike licked the coffee from my finger. He acted a little screwy, but aren’t we all?” I wanted to gobble him up right there.
“Do you want to tell me about yourself? I asked
“No, not really except I am honest, healthy and gay”
“Okay, fair enough let’s keep it physical and not personal”
“That I like,” was Mike’s only reply.
SoHo had several renovated buildings with loft apartments, duplexes and town houses. Everything was expensive with waiting list for everything. If you were fortunate, and knew somebody, you might find a loft apartment.
After moving from the Bronx, Gary leased a loft where he and I lived. He has a good paying job in broadcasting and obtaining references for SoHo was no problem, nor was the expensive cost.
I work on Wall Street and managed the finances. Money is of little concern to us. We seldom speak about living in SoHo to other people. If asked, we just replied….’lower Manhattan.’
The two-bedroom apartment we have on Grand Street is awesome for lack of a better word. It has highly polished Italian marble floors with carpeting, a great view and spacious living quarters. The kitchen is not large, but complete with everything needed to please a French chef. I love it.
When Mike and I entered the living room, Gary was already home relaxing sipping a cocktail and listening to music.
“How was getting here in the snow?” asked Gary. “I beat you here, but then I did have the car,” he said smugly like a ‘know it all’ - New Yorker.
“Of course you did, however we are here finally.” I announced, shaking the snow from my coat. We stopped for coffee. Mike was cold.”
We sat in the living room with the lights dim watching snowflakes hit the outside of the windowpane. There was a fire glowing in the fireplace and a lit Christmas tree by the window. Gary brought cheese and cracker along with drinks into the living room and set them on a wrought iron glass top table, next to a huge poinsettia plant in a wicker basket.
Mike was between us on the sofa expecting something to happen anytime, but we only talked, drank and munched crackers watching the blue and clear lights on a Christmas tree trimmed in only white and gold ornaments with pearls strung for roping. GORGEOUS
“So what do you think of the place,” asked Gary
“It’s lovely, so beautifully decorated. Somebody has good taste, Mike said
“It’s me,” said Gary
“That’s a laugh, no it is me. I did the decorating while Gary was in the Bronx at the Community Center,” I said reaching for a Ritz cracker with cream cheese topped with pimento and a sliced green olive.
“Say, these are good,” I shouted getting up to get some shrimp, dip and little forks from the kitchen.
“Okay, that is true, Byron did the decorating,” he’s so talented,” said Gary placing his hand on Mike’s thigh.
“I think you are both talented,” said Mike beginning to understand their thinking.
Gary asked Mike if he wanted to see the rest of the living quarters – especially the bedroom.
“Of course. Would it be possible to take a hot shower, Asked Mike? “I was chilled to the bone and hot water wakes me up.”
“Certainly, I have a great idea. How about the three of us getting into the hot tub and splash around in the water.” suggested Gary
“Mike doesn’t mind getting naked, or do you bro?” I asked
“Nope - that’s why I’m here,” replied Mike sounding quiet and polite.
“Fuck, how sweet it is? “That was a damn good answer…” Gary said bending to turn on the water in the tub
“That was a damn good question,” agreed Mike unbuttoning his shirt.
By the time Gary turned around, Mike had removed all his clothes except for short (very short) white boxers that covered his junk like a two-ply tissue.
Mike’s body was trim with no tattoos or piercing, only hard smooth tan flesh. A brownish sandy fur patch above his belt line disappeared under the white shorts, going down, down, down..
He had me backed against the wall and his hand was in my underwear feeling my not so private junk. “I thought you are not good at fondling. Isn’t that what you said,” I spoke softly, so only he could hear.
“I did, but I lied. I did not want to come across as a tramp. Since we are all getting naked relaxing together in the water, forget about what I said.” mumbled Mike dropping my pants to the floor.
“I want this daddy.” Mike said to me. “That fucker is long, smooth cut and already sticky. Is that for me?” he asked
I ignored his question and concentrated on kicking my pants off. It was so simple to do.
Gary squeezed Mike’s butt from behind and got his white tight boxers down in a split second. He was eye candy with enough sweetness to go around.
Gary peeled off his clothes like Clark Kent leaving nothing on but underwear. Mike being completely naked looked like a Christmas present bringing “Joy to the world” - How convenient is that?
There was a great deal of kissing, rubbing and touching. We three amigos were naked and cock hung like bananas, as we mingled together like maniacs. I must admit, we were pathetic.
Here were a couple of men in their fifties, eager for Mike to stay the night. No sexual moves were planned, but stuff happens. I felt that we three must be the happiest people in Manhattan right about now.
It certainly was a strange day. Mike had gone to the Community Center in the Bronx with Doug looking for his main squeeze called Liam. Now, here he was stranded in Manhattan sandwiched between two men exactly his type.
We had nothing to worry about. This was a double package deal with two daddies unwrapping a Hanukah - Christmas present early
“Things seem to work out for the good even when you think you know everything. There is always something to be won if you just stick with it. In all honesty, we were doing what comes naturally, even tho somebody can always do it better. Gary and I don’t choose; lust does it for us.
We stepped into the hot therapeutic water, going one at a time with Mike being last. He looked incredible with the water slowly covering his bushy trimmed package. He still had the body of a nineteen-year-old man.
“You are a sexy man,” said Gary touching Mike’s chest“
“He is a delicious man,” I blurted out corrected him.
“You are both dirty old men,” commented Mike laughing and kissing us on the cheek one at a time. What a guy – what a pal.
“This is sooo gay.” Gary whispered to me
“Ain’t it tho,” I replied
That December day was a party in the trenches; Life sucks, so you have to make the most of it. I am l little embarrassed to admit that being married, we allowed ourselves to carry on like sluts. However, there is something calming to be said about slutty memories. We laugh about it now.
Part 3
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“Years of practice”
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Gary had a collection of white terry cloth robes that hung in his closet to be worn after a hot tub bath. It was not much, as collections go. He had three robes; one for him – one for me, with the other for ‘whomever’.
We fooled around in the water cupping each other’s junk and doing a lot of stroking and ball handling. Gary was a forward toucher, like a stalker with a little extra thrown in for holiday cheer.
Mike stood up in the water attempting to leave and dry off. He stood in front of me holding his dick and touching my lips with his other hand.
“Okay fellas, what do you expect from me? So far we have talked, touched, kissed, drank and ate. If that is it – Okay, just tell me so I don’t screw up with you being so good and me flunking out.” said Mike in a weird speech completely surprising to us.
“I want to have needy sex,” I mumbled being the first to speak.
“Don’t think me a tramp, but that is what I want too, from both of you,” replied Mike, drying his body and flopping his dick in a very convincing way.
The three of us dried off and put on Gary’s white terry cloth robes remaining naked underneath. I felt a bit stupid as if I just stepped from a Roman Bath. I was in control of myself, so even looking dumb, I did not care.
We went into the living room and the pouring of scotch begun. As we became tipsy, we became trampy. Our conversations were short, to the point and we sounded like dumpster whores looking for a good time.
It does not work for every couple, but I am living proof and Gary is much the same. We click well being married because we share the same reactions when it comes to love and sex. We love each other, but we love sex equally strong and for two tramps who are gentlemen – sex, in and out of our bedroom, is where to find it. This time we found it in the Bronx.
“Are you saying you have me here to be a whore,” asked Mike
“That is a direct way of putting it - Yes Mike. Can you be a whore,” I said
Mike got an instant erection hearing the way I spoke to him. A slut was exactly what he wanted to be for us. “A-huh, I want flesh,” he said. I want it from both of you. Do I get it? He asked
He was the gayest of gay men, not swishy just homo. I could see the nervous twinkle in his eye. He was charged up and energized. It does not seem important now, but at the time, I knew how to please him.
Mike was on the floor with is head between my legs, snorting around like a pig in mud mumbling “daddy.” I knew he liked that, so daddy I became and he was happy.
Don’t play with it, act like you mean it; make daddy feel good and happy being his Christmas whore,” I said not comfortable with the words spilling out of me, to this precious man. However, I did it, because he liked hearing it.
Our terry cloth robes were open hiding Mikes face as he went from crotch to crotch getting what he wanted
We both stood up and dropped the robes. We stood there naked watching Mike playing the part of a perfect man whore. He knew where to go, what to inhale, what to munch and where to apply pressure for the best results.
The TV was on and Christmas music was streaming live from Carnegie Hall. It was distracting the mood, so Gary bent over to pick up the remote to shut it off.
Mike had his head in Gary’s crotch and they both fell over on to the sofa. I joined them being half on and half off feeling a little “here and there.”
Mike was determined to get from his daddies what he wanted most. It was not long before Gary got off and Mike was slurping like a baby calf.
Gary moved away from Mike; strolled over to the glass top table and poured another drink. He gulped it down, which is not easy to do with scotch, and went to bed.
Mike and I stayed together kissing and slurping whatever body parts were handy. We carried on like wild lovers even though the romancing meant nothing. Man on man sex was all we wanted.
I turned off the Christmas lights leaving on a night light for the bathroom and took Mike to bed.
Gary was already asleep. Mike crawled in beside Gary, putting himself in the middle between us. We were all sleepy and naked. Anything after that no one admitted to remembering.
I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon grilling in the kitchen. I am not an orthodox Jew and I like bacon. Gary was preparing a breakfast of waffles with fresh blueberries, grilled bacon, juice, fresh peaches and black coffee.
Mike was beside me uncovered resting on his stomach. His handsome boyish butt tinged with black hair and fur around his cheeks was indeed a gorgeous sight no matter how old you are. The cheeks of his butt looked a little sweaty and moist.
“Gary just had me.” said Mike wiggling closer to me. He fondled me as I swelled to attention desiring a moist cavern of butt to invade.
“Do me Byron,” moaned Mike. I want you in there too daddy. I can take you both.
Mike no sooner got out the words than I was riding him like Trigger. He moaned moving slowly backing into my every thrust.
This was an exciting time doing what needed to be done as my semen mixed with what Gary had previously deposited. The times can be so simple.
It helps to keep your mind on things. Mike was happy, I was exhausted and Gary was in the kitchen preparing waffles.
Breakfast was ready so we ate first before taking showers. We offered to drive Mike to Newark but he wanted to take the train.
We took him to the Trade Center Station and saw him leave for New Jersey. Instead of being happy to get rid of him, it felt like losing a friend.
It is easy to say that Mike was ‘special’ – Hell, they are all ‘special.’ It is the history of being honest, that really counts.
Even now, December floats around in our heads, like a Christmas blessing, that came early. It is tough to get away from yesterday, but we did.
The End
Posted: 0625/2021