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Hi, Everyone - First off, I want to apologize for not writing as much this year as I have in the past couple of years. Real life and a new fandom interest sort of got in my way. :) That said, I want to thank all of you for continuing to read and comment on my stuff; your feedback means so much to me.
As a way to try to make it up to you for my sporadic fiction posts this past year, here is a present. It's in two parts; I'll post the second part within the next couple of days. Hope you enjoy it. And Happy Holidays to all of you! I love you all!
Vicki
A Disorderly Christmas - Part One
“Damn it, Ennis, can’t we get a real tree this year?” Jack asked, as he dropped the box of Christmas decorations heavily at his feet.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with the tree we got,” Ennis told him.
“But live trees are so much better! They look better, they smell great…”
Ennis didn’t look up from his newspaper. “You gonna go out to one of them lots and pick one out? You gonna remember to water it every day?”
“Sure, I’ll do all that,” Jack replied.
“You gonna clean up the rug when the needles start droppin’?”
“Yes. Jesus, I‘m a grown man, Ennis!”
Ennis peered over his paper and said wryly, “That remains to be seen.”
“You asshole,” Jack said. Laughing, he swung his arm, hitting the newspaper out of Ennis’s hands. He lowered himself onto the other man’s lap, one leg on each side. “Do I need to convince you?” he asked, playfully, leaning down to nibble on Ennis’ neck. At the same time, he rolled his hips.
“Jack…,” Ennis groaned, Grabbing Jack’s hips, he thrust upward, rubbing their groins together.
For the next hour, the Christmas-tree discussion was forgotten, while the two men first frolicked in the chair, then tumbled to the living room floor, where there was more room to play. Their fucking was punctuated with plenty of laughter and good-natured ribbing. Jack found that he couldn’t stop giggling, even when Ennis’ cock pushed inside of him.
“Knock it off, Jack,” Ennis warned, “or I’m gonna go soft!”
“Oh no, you won’t,” Jack replied. “I’ll make sure of that!” He rolled them over so that he was now on top, and started moving up and down, impaling himself again and again on his lover’s massive organ.
From then on, there was no laughter…only groans of satisfaction and cries of joy.
“You wanna go get your damn tree now?” Ennis asked, when it was over and they lay, exhausted, on the rug.
“We better wait,” Jack said. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk for awhile.”
Later that day, they drove to a nearby lot to look at Christmas trees. Ennis stood by, hands jammed into the pockets of his coat, while Jack ran from tree to tree, examining each one from top to bottom. Every few minutes, he’d call over for Ennis to come and give his opinion.
“Oh my God!” Jack shouted at one point. “Ennis, look at this one!”
Following the sound of his lover’s voice, Ennis found him standing beside a huge, full tree that was a great deal taller than he was. Ennis eyed it skeptically. “Uh, don’t you think that’s kinda…big?” he asked.
“I like ‘em big,” Jack responded, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I really don’t think that would fit in our living room.”
“Well, we can trim off some of the branches.”
“In that case, we don’t we just buy a smaller tree?”
“Because, I like this one!”
Ennis rolled his eyes. “Jack, it don’t make any sense to spend a lot of money on some tree, and then cut half the branches off. It’s a waste of money.”
Jack stared down at the ground, his lips set in a thin line. Ennis recognized the pose; Jack was upset, but didn’t want to make a scene in public.
“Come on, let’s keep looking, huh?” Ennis said quietly, reaching out to affectionately rub Jack’s arm. “I’m sure they got a smaller tree that’s just as nice as this one.”
Jack sighed, but then nodded. As they walked away from the giant tree, he mumbled, “We need a bigger house.”
Ennis chuckled.
They searched on, for another 45 minutes, revisiting some of the trees they’d looked at previously. Just when Ennis thought his toes were going to fall off inside his boots, they found the perfect Christmas tree - full, healthy, and just the right size. Ennis ambled off to find someone to help get it to their car, while Jack stood guard, so no one else would “steal” it.
On the drive home, Jack was uncharacteristically quiet. “You okay over there?” Ennis asked him. “You aren’t still mad about the big tree?”
“Naw, it’s all good,” Jack replied. “I’m just tired.”
Back at home, they got the tree off the roof of the car and carefully carried it into the house. By the time they’d gotten it securely into the tree stand, their living room rug was covered with pine needles.
“Looks like you got some cleanin’ up to do,” Ennis said, grinning.
“Fuck that,” Jack said. “I’ll do it later. I‘m takin’ a nap.” He started to walk toward the bedroom, but the older man blocked his path.
In the no-nonsense tone he’d often used during his days as a cop, Ennis growled, “Do it now.”
With a smirk, Jack crossed his arms and raised his chin. “And, if I don’t?”
“If you don’t,” Ennis replied, moving closer, “you won’t get the extra-special Christmas present I have for you.”
Jack’s blue eyes lit up. “Extra-special?” he repeated. “What is it - that giant dildo we saw online the other day?” Noticing Ennis’ ears growing red, he began to laugh. With all the sexual things that Ennis had done in his life (with Jack and with others), he still got embarrassed occasionally.
“Just get the vacuum and clean this mess up,” Ennis said. With the tips of his ears still crimson, he turned around and left the room.
After dinner, they decorated the tree, with Jack regaling Ennis with his yearly medley of X-rated holiday songs. This time around, the tunes included “Have A Horny, Jolly Christmas” and “Ennis, the Big-Dicked Cowboy.” Ennis pretended to be offended by the songs, but couldn’t keep himself from laughing anyway.
Afterward, as they lay sprawled on the couch, sipping on glasses of extra-strong, homemade eggnog, Jack asked, “So, am I gonna have to wait until Christmas Day to get my special present?”
Ennis let out a groan. “See, I shouldn’t even have mentioned it,” he said. He sat up and placed his cup beside him on the table. “Actually, you won’t have to wait until then. You’ll be getting it tomorrow, as a matter of fact.”
“Tomorrow?” Jack sat up as well, his smile a foot wide. “Whoo-wee! What is it? Gimme a hint, gimme a hint!” He bounced up and down.
“No. No hints.”
“Please? Come on; I’ll suck you off.”
Ennis smiled. “You will, anyway.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jack put his cup down and slid smoothly to the floor. With a wicked grin, he licked his lips and reached for the zipper on Ennis’ jeans. The older man’s cock was more than halfway erect by the time Jack slid his mouth down and began to suck.
“Oh, shit…yeah, Jack…oh, fuck, you’re so good at this…” Ennis looked down at his boy and thanked his lucky stars that he was now the only one to enjoy the benefits of Jack’s sexual expertise.
Jack slowly and steadily brought Ennis to the brink of orgasm several times, only to pull him back again; but, eventually, Ennis could take no more and begged to be able to come. So, Jack relented, and with one last pass of his lips over the engorged member, Ennis cried out and emptied his seed into his lover’s warm mouth.
“Mmm,” Jack said, making exaggerated lip-smacking noises, “tastes like eggnog.”
The next morning, Jack was in high spirits, anticipating his big Christmas surprise. Around one o’clock in the afternoon, when Ennis put on his coat and announced, “I’ll be back in a bit,” Jack knew the big surprise was forthcoming.
“Should I be naked when you get back?” he asked, half-jokingly.
“No!” Ennis shouted. “Don’t do that. Please. Just…sit there. Watch TV or something.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Promise me, Jack. Promise that you‘re gonna leave your clothes on.”
“I promise. Jesus, Ennis, calm down!” Now he was really curious about this surprise.
For the next hour and a half, Jack wandered through the house restlessly. Where the hell had Ennis gone? Where had he hidden Jack’s present - in California?
Shit, I bet he didn’t even get me a surprise, Jack thought. I bet he just said that to get me to vacuum the rug. Then I called his bluff, so he had to run out and buy me something on the spur of the moment. Maybe he’s getting a dildo, after all…
Eventually, Jack resorted to doing what he usually did when he was bored. He decided to masturbate. He was lying naked on the bed, with his dick in his hand, when he heard the front door open and Ennis’ voice, calling his name.
“I’m in here!” Jack sing-songed.
“Well, come on out,” Ennis said. “There’s a surprise here for ya.”
“Why don’t you just bring it in here?” Jack asked, still stroking himself.
Ennis walked into the bedroom. His face became a mask of horrified shock as he saw what Jack was doing. Quickly, he closed the door behind him. “Jesus Christ, Jack,” he whispered, “I told you to keep your clothes on!”
“I got bored,” Jack replied. “Where’s my surprise?”
“Get dressed and come out to the living room,” Ennis said, his voice tense. Mumbling under his breath, he left the room.
Jack reluctantly put his shirt and pants back on. Then, barefoot, with his hair sticking out in every direction and his dick not yet completely soft, he went down the hall and into the living room.
The sight that greeted him caused his mouth to drop open.
“Mom, Dad…what are you doing here?”
TBC!
As a way to try to make it up to you for my sporadic fiction posts this past year, here is a present. It's in two parts; I'll post the second part within the next couple of days. Hope you enjoy it. And Happy Holidays to all of you! I love you all!
Vicki
A Disorderly Christmas - Part One
“Damn it, Ennis, can’t we get a real tree this year?” Jack asked, as he dropped the box of Christmas decorations heavily at his feet.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with the tree we got,” Ennis told him.
“But live trees are so much better! They look better, they smell great…”
Ennis didn’t look up from his newspaper. “You gonna go out to one of them lots and pick one out? You gonna remember to water it every day?”
“Sure, I’ll do all that,” Jack replied.
“You gonna clean up the rug when the needles start droppin’?”
“Yes. Jesus, I‘m a grown man, Ennis!”
Ennis peered over his paper and said wryly, “That remains to be seen.”
“You asshole,” Jack said. Laughing, he swung his arm, hitting the newspaper out of Ennis’s hands. He lowered himself onto the other man’s lap, one leg on each side. “Do I need to convince you?” he asked, playfully, leaning down to nibble on Ennis’ neck. At the same time, he rolled his hips.
“Jack…,” Ennis groaned, Grabbing Jack’s hips, he thrust upward, rubbing their groins together.
For the next hour, the Christmas-tree discussion was forgotten, while the two men first frolicked in the chair, then tumbled to the living room floor, where there was more room to play. Their fucking was punctuated with plenty of laughter and good-natured ribbing. Jack found that he couldn’t stop giggling, even when Ennis’ cock pushed inside of him.
“Knock it off, Jack,” Ennis warned, “or I’m gonna go soft!”
“Oh no, you won’t,” Jack replied. “I’ll make sure of that!” He rolled them over so that he was now on top, and started moving up and down, impaling himself again and again on his lover’s massive organ.
From then on, there was no laughter…only groans of satisfaction and cries of joy.
“You wanna go get your damn tree now?” Ennis asked, when it was over and they lay, exhausted, on the rug.
“We better wait,” Jack said. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk for awhile.”
Later that day, they drove to a nearby lot to look at Christmas trees. Ennis stood by, hands jammed into the pockets of his coat, while Jack ran from tree to tree, examining each one from top to bottom. Every few minutes, he’d call over for Ennis to come and give his opinion.
“Oh my God!” Jack shouted at one point. “Ennis, look at this one!”
Following the sound of his lover’s voice, Ennis found him standing beside a huge, full tree that was a great deal taller than he was. Ennis eyed it skeptically. “Uh, don’t you think that’s kinda…big?” he asked.
“I like ‘em big,” Jack responded, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I really don’t think that would fit in our living room.”
“Well, we can trim off some of the branches.”
“In that case, we don’t we just buy a smaller tree?”
“Because, I like this one!”
Ennis rolled his eyes. “Jack, it don’t make any sense to spend a lot of money on some tree, and then cut half the branches off. It’s a waste of money.”
Jack stared down at the ground, his lips set in a thin line. Ennis recognized the pose; Jack was upset, but didn’t want to make a scene in public.
“Come on, let’s keep looking, huh?” Ennis said quietly, reaching out to affectionately rub Jack’s arm. “I’m sure they got a smaller tree that’s just as nice as this one.”
Jack sighed, but then nodded. As they walked away from the giant tree, he mumbled, “We need a bigger house.”
Ennis chuckled.
They searched on, for another 45 minutes, revisiting some of the trees they’d looked at previously. Just when Ennis thought his toes were going to fall off inside his boots, they found the perfect Christmas tree - full, healthy, and just the right size. Ennis ambled off to find someone to help get it to their car, while Jack stood guard, so no one else would “steal” it.
On the drive home, Jack was uncharacteristically quiet. “You okay over there?” Ennis asked him. “You aren’t still mad about the big tree?”
“Naw, it’s all good,” Jack replied. “I’m just tired.”
Back at home, they got the tree off the roof of the car and carefully carried it into the house. By the time they’d gotten it securely into the tree stand, their living room rug was covered with pine needles.
“Looks like you got some cleanin’ up to do,” Ennis said, grinning.
“Fuck that,” Jack said. “I’ll do it later. I‘m takin’ a nap.” He started to walk toward the bedroom, but the older man blocked his path.
In the no-nonsense tone he’d often used during his days as a cop, Ennis growled, “Do it now.”
With a smirk, Jack crossed his arms and raised his chin. “And, if I don’t?”
“If you don’t,” Ennis replied, moving closer, “you won’t get the extra-special Christmas present I have for you.”
Jack’s blue eyes lit up. “Extra-special?” he repeated. “What is it - that giant dildo we saw online the other day?” Noticing Ennis’ ears growing red, he began to laugh. With all the sexual things that Ennis had done in his life (with Jack and with others), he still got embarrassed occasionally.
“Just get the vacuum and clean this mess up,” Ennis said. With the tips of his ears still crimson, he turned around and left the room.
After dinner, they decorated the tree, with Jack regaling Ennis with his yearly medley of X-rated holiday songs. This time around, the tunes included “Have A Horny, Jolly Christmas” and “Ennis, the Big-Dicked Cowboy.” Ennis pretended to be offended by the songs, but couldn’t keep himself from laughing anyway.
Afterward, as they lay sprawled on the couch, sipping on glasses of extra-strong, homemade eggnog, Jack asked, “So, am I gonna have to wait until Christmas Day to get my special present?”
Ennis let out a groan. “See, I shouldn’t even have mentioned it,” he said. He sat up and placed his cup beside him on the table. “Actually, you won’t have to wait until then. You’ll be getting it tomorrow, as a matter of fact.”
“Tomorrow?” Jack sat up as well, his smile a foot wide. “Whoo-wee! What is it? Gimme a hint, gimme a hint!” He bounced up and down.
“No. No hints.”
“Please? Come on; I’ll suck you off.”
Ennis smiled. “You will, anyway.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jack put his cup down and slid smoothly to the floor. With a wicked grin, he licked his lips and reached for the zipper on Ennis’ jeans. The older man’s cock was more than halfway erect by the time Jack slid his mouth down and began to suck.
“Oh, shit…yeah, Jack…oh, fuck, you’re so good at this…” Ennis looked down at his boy and thanked his lucky stars that he was now the only one to enjoy the benefits of Jack’s sexual expertise.
Jack slowly and steadily brought Ennis to the brink of orgasm several times, only to pull him back again; but, eventually, Ennis could take no more and begged to be able to come. So, Jack relented, and with one last pass of his lips over the engorged member, Ennis cried out and emptied his seed into his lover’s warm mouth.
“Mmm,” Jack said, making exaggerated lip-smacking noises, “tastes like eggnog.”
The next morning, Jack was in high spirits, anticipating his big Christmas surprise. Around one o’clock in the afternoon, when Ennis put on his coat and announced, “I’ll be back in a bit,” Jack knew the big surprise was forthcoming.
“Should I be naked when you get back?” he asked, half-jokingly.
“No!” Ennis shouted. “Don’t do that. Please. Just…sit there. Watch TV or something.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Promise me, Jack. Promise that you‘re gonna leave your clothes on.”
“I promise. Jesus, Ennis, calm down!” Now he was really curious about this surprise.
For the next hour and a half, Jack wandered through the house restlessly. Where the hell had Ennis gone? Where had he hidden Jack’s present - in California?
Shit, I bet he didn’t even get me a surprise, Jack thought. I bet he just said that to get me to vacuum the rug. Then I called his bluff, so he had to run out and buy me something on the spur of the moment. Maybe he’s getting a dildo, after all…
Eventually, Jack resorted to doing what he usually did when he was bored. He decided to masturbate. He was lying naked on the bed, with his dick in his hand, when he heard the front door open and Ennis’ voice, calling his name.
“I’m in here!” Jack sing-songed.
“Well, come on out,” Ennis said. “There’s a surprise here for ya.”
“Why don’t you just bring it in here?” Jack asked, still stroking himself.
Ennis walked into the bedroom. His face became a mask of horrified shock as he saw what Jack was doing. Quickly, he closed the door behind him. “Jesus Christ, Jack,” he whispered, “I told you to keep your clothes on!”
“I got bored,” Jack replied. “Where’s my surprise?”
“Get dressed and come out to the living room,” Ennis said, his voice tense. Mumbling under his breath, he left the room.
Jack reluctantly put his shirt and pants back on. Then, barefoot, with his hair sticking out in every direction and his dick not yet completely soft, he went down the hall and into the living room.
The sight that greeted him caused his mouth to drop open.
“Mom, Dad…what are you doing here?”
TBC!