The Strict Stock Boss and the Naughty Stable Boy Celebrate Christmas

[sienata]

Attention Gentle Readers....... a Note from your Author........ Prepare yourself for a visit from the BFF Ghost of Christmas Future. Welcome to Christmas Eve, five years from now. Jack and Ennis are still together, no surprise there.... I'm a happy ending kinda girl, remember....... and they're celebrating all by their lonesome, in the barn, of all places....... It's possible they might get up to something a little bit squirrelly. From what I gather, someone's been rather naughty....... When you're all done with this story, please go to the next page of my journal for a guest Christmas Story that you might've missed. Cheers! S!

PS: This story is dedicated to my very own naughty Jack.......

He'd been workin' all afternoon in the office in the big house, tryin'  to get some of those damned end of the year reports ready to send out to the clients. He didn't do the books or anything like that, but since he was the head trainer, it was his job to write up the progress reports. It was like fuckin' report cards for horses is what it was, but that's how they kept the owners up-to-date on what was going on with their investments, and since they were payin' top dollar to keep 'em at their facility, he had to make sure they felt like they were gettin' their money's worth. Nothing like a fancy piece a paper coming in the mail every now and then to make a person feel secure. What the fuck ever. He'd been doin' this for almost five years now, kept tellin' himself he'd get it done before Christmas Eve, but that had yet to happen. He hated paperwork, always had, always would, but he was stuck with it. He'd even tried to pawn it off on that damn stable boy - he was all about writin' and shit - thought he was God's fuckin' gift to a pencil...... but "NO!", he'd said, he didn't know all the proper terminology!

Fuck! So the boy was out, supposedly finishing up in the barn, doin' the last little bit of work that Rodriguez hadn't been able to get to. Rodriguez had been working for them since they'd expanded the operation a few years back, was a hell of an employee, reliable as all get out, worked his ass off.  He'd sent him home a couple of hours early, since it was Christmas Eve, assured him that the part-time boy could handle the few little things he hadn't gotten to. Rodriguez had looked at him funny, like, "You're kidding me, no?" Apparently he'd seen the boy in action a few times too..... it didn't pay to leave him unsupervised for long, that's for sure.

Barn work was definitely not the boy's strong suit. He did alright when he was workin' along side somebody - long as he had somebody to yak at, he could do most anything. His body was tight and firm, broad shoulders, strong chest and back, muscular thighs good for heavin' bales a hay and sacks a feed....... good for other stuff too..... Yeah, he could do most anything, and do it well..... if he wanted to. Trouble was gettin' him interested in it. Boy'd get bored and go off to day dreamin' on ya in a heartbeat if you weren't watchin' him.

Well shit! He'd been out there for over an hour, all by himself, with about thirty minutes worth a work to do, and he bet if he went out there and checked up on him right now, he'd still have about thirty minutes worth a work to do, and he'll a been sittin' around goofin' off the whole time. Truth was, he was about the lamest hand they'd ever had around the place.  He probably oughtta give up on ever gettin' an honest day's work outta him, but there was somethin' about him..... when he turned them fuckin' blue eyes on him and said,  "Please...." he was done for. He couldn'ta bit more turn him down than he could cut off his own dick.

Boy didn't know that, though, and as boss, it was real important to him that he didn't figure it out. That boy'd have the whole place run into the ground in a New York minute if he didn't keep a strict eye on things. So....... that's probably what he needed to do. He wrapped up the last report - thank God that was over with - printed it out, and put it in the stack with the others. The owner's wife would get it all in the mail next week.

He stopped in the kitchen and got a beer from the fridge. He was done working and it was time for a little Christmas cheer. There was a carton of egg nog in there too........ she'd told him to help himself. Maybe he'd have some later. He wasn't sure if he was gonna spend the night here, or in his own house on the back of the farm........ didn't much matter. He had everything he needed for the night right here......... his dog, his toothbrush, and....... that damn, lazy-assed stable boy....... fuckin' piece a work he was. Better get out there and see how much trouble he'd got himself into before he got too deep into the Christmas spirit. Love and happiness and good will to man was all well and fuckin' good, but that didn't mean he was gonna be puttin' up with that boy goofin' off, leavin' his horses dirty and hungry and standin' around in piles a shit.

Boy'd been fuckin' off a lot lately. Coupla months ago, when he'd called him on it and gotten nothin' but smart-mouth for his troubles, he'd done what he probably shoulda done a long time ago. He'd hauled that boy off to the barn office, pulled his jeans and his underwear clear down to the top of his fancy cowboy boots, and turned him over his knee. He'd blistered that ass good, turned it a nice, cherry red before he let him go......... then, just to make sure he didn't ever think about gettin' smart with him again, he'd frog-marched him over to the desk, bent him over and fucked him, rammin' him hard with his big cock, made sure he knew who was boss. That had worked like a charm - boy'd been all happy and productive for weeks after that, but it musta worn off, 'cause he hadn't been worth a shit lately.... all he wanted to do was play.

And that was fine, he could play all he wanted, when he was off the fuckin' clock. That wasn't gonna happen till he got those chores done, though, and if he thought he was gonna get away with dickin' around all night, screwin' up his Christmas Eve just 'cause he was too lazy to get his fuckin' work done, he had another think comin'. Yeah, boss knew he was weak - he'd even gone out and bought the little shit a present..... but he could give him that later........ he was bettin' that boy needed his ass seein' to again right about now, and he could sure take care a that too. He tromped down the wide front steps of the farm house and headed for the barn, breath puffin' in the cold night air, palm already tinglin'.........

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It was December 24 - Christmas Eve - and cold as a witches' tit - and that slave-drivin' boss a his decides to get all generous and send the hired help home and put all the last minute chores off on him!! Yeah fuckin' right!! If he was so all-fired gung ho about shoveling fuckin' horse shit, he could get his ass out here and do it himself. Took better care of those damn horses than he did him........ almost.

The boy rocked back in the Big Boss's chair, somethin' he would never've done if the BB had been anywhere near the premises, but since he wasn't - had already flown the coop with the little missus for Christmas with her sisters over in Russleville - he could pretty much get away with whatever the fuck he wanted to. The BB had left his son in charge, and he figured he pretty much had him wrapped around his little finger.

There was that one time, a coupla months ago, when things had gotten away from him a little bit - a lot actually - he'd found himself bare-assed over the young boss's knee, gettin' a butt-warmin' like he hadn't had in a long time.  Then he'd fucked him...... bent him over the desk....... spread his ass cheeks wide and licked him and kissed him and fucked him with his tongue till he'd been ready to come just from that.... but he'd made him wait........ "Wait for me, baby, wait for me......." he'd whispered in his ear, his voice pure liquid sex.

Then he'd eased that big cock up his ass, rode him slow and easy till he couldn't stand it, felt like he was gonna explode with need and tension, made him beg him to fuck him hard...... and he'd done it, he'd begged, the boy had no pride when it came to gettin' what he wanted from the boss.... "Please fuck me, please...."

"I am fuckin' you..... What's the matter? You want more?"

And he'd screamed "Yessssssssss!" and then he'd given it to him, finally, just like he liked it, hard and fast and so fuckin' deep with that big dick till he was comin' like a rocket, shootin' jizz all over the BB's desk.....  He laughed to himself about that little memory......yeah, that'd been cool......

So here it was, Christmas Eve, and he was back in the barn office, all by himself at the moment but flirtin' with disaster no doubt. But hell! It was cold out there, and those damn horses were so fat they were about to bust as it was..... The way he saw it, the more you fed 'em, the more they shit, and that meant more shovelin'. He was doin' himself and Rodriguez a favor by holdin' off on givin' 'em their precious scoop a sweet feed and their fuckin' flake a hay.

Anyway, it wasn't like he was gonna leave the moochers to starve. He'd feed 'em, eventually - he just wanted to chill for a while, have a beer, relax. He'd snuck off while Scrooge was in the big house, slavin' away over his computer - yeah right! probably lookin' at dirty pictures - and got himself a six pack of beer, had it on ice in a metal bucket on the floor at his feet. Yeah, a little goofin' off was definitely in order. He had beer, he was in the only warm spot in the barn and he had the office computer. Maybe he'd pull up a coupla dirty pictures to look at himself while he took his break. Hmm..... or maybe he'd just think about the dirty pictures he already had runnin' around in his head....... who needed fantasies and porn when you had memories that'd make most people run for cover.........

Yeah, that's what he'd do, he'd just drink his beer, all by himself, and reminisce about the good old days....... a few weeks ago, in this very same office....... He unbuttoned his Levis, pushed them down just past his ass and grabbed hold of his cock. It was already half hard, just a couple of strokes and it was feelin' right....... mmmmm yeah, a little Christmas present from himself, to himself. Sometimes farm life could get lonely....... it was important to be able to take care of yourself when you needed to. Long stretches of doin' without could probably do damage to a man's mind. He didn't want to take any chances. He slouched down in the chair, propped one booted foot on the desk and angled the other out wide so he could feel the cool air on his butt hole, then got down to some serious rememberin'........

He was just to the part in his memory fantasy where the boss had been pullin' down his jeans..... hmm, this was the bad part, the spankin', but he didn't figure it was right to skip over  anything......  when the office door suddenly went flyin' open and his peaceful, happy little interlude got shot all to hell.... probably right along with his chances for a Christmas bonus.....  again! Fuck!

His boss was glarin' at him all serious and controlled - he knew he was pissed as all get out, but he was hangin' on to his temper, not flyin' off the handle at him...... yet. The boy wasn't sure which was scarier, mad boss who was fixin' to lose it, or mad boss who'd already lost it....... either way, he figured he was in a heap a trouble. For some reason, though, he couldn't make himself let go of his cock, just kept right on strokin' it like it was a life-line or somethin'....... maybe that'd distract Scrooge from bein' all mad at him on Christmas Eve. Maybe it'd save his ass....... literally.

Boss could definitely take his ass if he wanted to - he was tall and lean, strong as a whip. He was kinda cute though, if you liked the type, had wavy brown hair and eyes that reminded him of those Cadbury chocolates he loved - milk chocolate on the outside with smooth, rich caramel on the inside....... mmmmm. Right now, those chocolate brown eyes were rakin' over him sittin' in the BB's chair, drinkin' a beer and whackin' off, about the way they looked at a pile of wormy horseshit...... eeeewwwwww! It was probably time to start suckin' up.

"Wanna beer? I got plenty."

"Yeah, I see that...... don't mind if I do," the young boss said, reached down between his spread legs and pulled one out of the bucket. He held it over him while he twisted the cap off, watched with a smirk as the ice water dripped onto the boy's balls.

"Hey, watch it! That wasn't very nice!" he complained, shot a sullen pout up at him. Sometimes if he puffed his bottom lip up and looked all whiny and pitiful, he could get his way......... this probably wasn't one of those times, but it was worth a shot.

"Yeah? Well that might be the nicest thing I do to you for a while, so you might wanna watch your fuckin' mouth," the boss growled, still standin' close, hoverin' over him, watchin' him like a hawk fixin' to dive in on a rabbit, and he was the fuckin' rabbit..... Shit! Another icy drop hit his sac. The boy was still strokin', couldn't stop, and in spite of havin' his boss watchin him, knowin' he was so fucked, his dick was still gettin' harder and tighter with every pull...... that feelin' was comin' on him, low in his belly...... Oh shit..... he wondered what the boss would do if he shot his load right there in front of him.....  yeah, he was gettin' so fuckin' close....... hmmm, boss was lookin' at his dick like he liked it. Maybe if he saved it for 'im, he'd go easier on him. 'Course, he could always get it up again..... he was still plenty young, could do it two or three times in one night if he wanted to..... and lots a times he did. His lover said he had to be about the horniest person ever lived...... personally, he thought the same thing about his lover...... hmmm...... what to do, come or no, come or no...... Oh, what the hell..... he was goin' for it. He needed to come, it'd been a long time since he'd got off last, like yesterday mornin' or some shit - he was way overdue.

But just as he made the call, just as he upped the speed on his dick, the boss cocked that wicked eyebrow at him and shook his head..... "Un-uh boy, not just yet you don't!" and with a move quick as a rattlesnake strikin, he reached out and grabbed him in mid-stroke, pulled his hand off his dick and had him up on his feet in an instant.... uh-oh........ trouble!

"Just out of curiousity, boy, you got those horses tended to yet? All ready to shut out the lights and head for the house?" he asked, his voice mild and pleasant, soothin' almost, kinda like the feel of his hand, a few weeks ago, rubbin' his ass, just before he'd blistered it...... fuck, this wasn't good. Time to get it into high gear!

"Un-uh, not yet, but I was just fixin' to, I swear I was, right when you came in I was thinkin' about gettin' right on that!" he swore earnestly, reachin' with his free hand for his jeans, which were inchin' slowly down his thighs. He was tryin' to be real subtle, so the boss wouldn't notice what he was doin', but the boss was sharp, didn't miss much when it came to him. He caught on real fast, started shaking his head again.

"Don't you even be botherin' with those, boy. They're just fine where they are..... you ain't gonna be wearin' 'em any higher any time soon........"

Oh shit!! Why the fuck hadn’t he just fed the damn horses like he’d told him too...... why was he such a fuck up?? The boss had turned away from him, left him standin’ with his pants around his knees by that big, fancy desk, and his cock was still as hard as a fuckin’ piece a pipe, drippin’ little drops a dew out the end, like something good was fixin’ to happen. The boy knew, though, soon as he saw him pullin’ that straight backed chair out from the wall, that his ass was about to become the center of attention, and not in a good way."Oh, come on..... it hadn’t even been an hour.... they don’t even know they’re missing anything....... those damn horses are so spoilt it ain’t even funny," he complained, arms folded over his chest, still standing his ground.

The boss sat down heavily in his chair, just shook his head some more. "They ain’t the only ones....... now get over here, boy," he said, patted his thigh, just in case the boy wasn’t sure of his destination..... "Let’s get this over with.... seemed to help ya some last time."

The boy remembered last time like it was yesterday, felt the fire in his ass like a livin’ memory......... shit! "Don’t make me come get ya, boy. If I have to stand up, I’m takin’ off my belt." Uh-oh..... he wanted NO part of that action. Fuck!! But he wasn’t waddlin’ around with his pants around his ankles either...... he still had a little bit of dignity. Never takin’ his eyes off his tormenter, he toed his boots off and stepped out of those fuckin’ jeans he shoulda never unzipped in the first fuckin’ place...... it was ironic how you could be unzippin’ your pants, thinkin’ you were about to get some pleasure, but before you ever got to zip ‘em up again you were gettin’ a lot of pain instead.

He stood there, naked from the waist down, wearing a green plaid flannel shirt open over a dark blue t-shirt. He looked down, could see his dick still head up and excited - it was like it was existing in its own little world, didn’t register his heart racin’ with nerves, didn’t feel the clenching of his ass that he couldn’t quite control, didn’t know how bad he wanted to reach back and cover himself with his hands..... yeah, his dick was all about good times, seemed like it could even make fun where it didn’t seem like there was any to be found, ‘cause it sure was happy about this fuckin’ disaster he’d brought down on himself, was about as dumb as his goofy friends back in high school.

The boss was watchin’ him, serious eyes movin’ from his face to his cock and back again, studyin’ him close, probably lookin’ for his secrets..... he was always doin’ that, wantin’ to know what he was thinkin’ and shit. He must’ve figured him out, or thought he did anyway, ‘cause his look got all cocky again. "Want me to come get ya, boy?" he asked, reaching slowly for his belt buckle.

"No need for that." Stallin’ time was over. The boy walked over to him, sittin’ in that big heavy chair, that had been used for just this same purpose years ago, when the boss was just a kid and the BB was teachin’ him lessons. Too bad he had to teach him so good about givin’ spankin’s. That’s a lesson the boy figured the young boss coulda done plenty fine without.

He’d picked up on it real good though, was probably even an expert, and he’d figured out a few special things of his own...... like how he pulled him around in front of him, held him between his legs while he rubbed the tip of his finger in the wet little slit on the end of his dick..... maybe his dick wasn’t so dumb after all, cause that sure felt nice. The boy could hear him whisperin’, "Look at you.... so fuckin’ hot for me, even when I’m fixin’ to wear your lazy ass out........"

Oh yeah, his dick was definitely onto something - the boss leaned down and licked it, ran his tongue all the way around the red tip of it like he was drawin’ an outline.... then he pulled the head into his mouth and sucked it, just the tip, teasin’ it with his tongue........ oh fuck, the boy wanted to push it all the way in, but he’d probably get in more trouble for that...... the boss didn’t like him takin’ advantage.

He sucked him for just long enough to make him think.... hope...... that maybe he was gonna give him a Christmas Eve pass..... then he pulled his sweet, hot mouth off him and guided him back around to his right side. "C’mon boy, quit tryin’ to distract me. It ain’t gonna help you none...... I’m still gonna fire your ass up....."

The boy felt the big, gentle hand cuppin’ his butt cheek, urgin’ him down across his lap. The boss's legs were spread just a little to make a nice place for him to learn his lesson, and he knew from experience that they were strong enough to hold him, even if he got wiggly, which he always did, couldn’t help it. Boss seemed to understand that though, didn’t expect him to take his spankin’s without puttin’ up a fuss, even if it did almost seem like he brought 'em all on himself on purpose. Earnin’ a spankin’ and likin’ a spankin’ were two totally different things.

He lowered himself onto his boss’s lap, braced himself with the palms of his hands on the hard wooden floor. He could feel the cool air kissin’ his butt when the boss raised up his shirttail, felt his hand still warm and gentle rubbin’ his cheeks. The boss’s other hand settled hard in the small of his back........ he wasn’t goin’ anywhere till the boss said he was. His dick was suspended between the boss’s thighs, bumpin’ into one thigh while his balls were smooshed up against the other one...... guaranteed to make him crazy with no way to do anything about it..... another thing the boss had learned on his own about spankin’ - a whole new level of punishment.

"All right, boy........ maybe when I’m done with ya this time, you’ll think twice about skippin’ your chores, drinkin’ beer and jackin’ off when you’re supposed to be workin’....."

The boy surged his body on his boss’s lap, tryin’ to rub his dick against that thigh he was just barely touchin’...... "Maybe..... probably not though......."

The boss just tightened his hold and laughed softly. "Yeah, that’s what I figured........ you just keep on with your smart mouth and your goofin' off.......... there’s plenty more where this came from whenever you need it, boy!" And with that, he started spankin’ that firm, white ass laid so nice and perfect across his knees, slappin' first one cheek, then the other. He was nothin' if not thorough, coverin' every inch a space on that wigglin' ass, from the very tops of his thighs all the way to the high point, the flat a his hand quickly turnin’ his pretty white bottom from blush to pink to rose.......  It was kinda like makin’ wine, he decided...... just slappin’ instead of stompin’...... and probably a lot more noisy...... grapes wouldn’t holler and squirm like his boy was doin’......... but that was ok, he could fuss all he wanted to, he had him held firm and tight and he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

The boy tried to be good, always told himself that maybe this time he could take it like a man, but that never lasted very long. After just a few, well-placed spanks, he was wigglin' and squirmin' like a ten year old with a bad report card. His boss could sure give a spankin'......... didn't take long at all before he had a nice, warm fire goin' in his backside..... thing was, it never stopped with the nice, warm fire - he kept right on stokin' it with the palm a his hand till it was a fuckin' inferno back there and the boy was beside himself....... the red-hot blaze in his ass, his damn dick still goin' nuts... he wondered if the boss could feel it, bumpin' into his leg with every spank......... boy didn't know what it was about goin' over the boss's knee that made him so crazy like this..... like right now, with his ass on fire, tears a pain dripping on the floor below his face, he was still just a second away from comin'......... he wouldn't have the boss to know this for anything, but the boy knew, in his secret heart of hearts that he'd a been disappointed if the boss had let him off easy...... Somehow, ridin' the boss's lap like this, takin' his medicine, knowin' that when it was over he'd be all forgiven and in good graces again, for a little while at least, somehow that feelin' was one of the best ones, one he knew he could never get with anyone else..... 'Course, nobody but the boss had ever done this before, not since he was a little kid, and that was fine, just the way he wanted it..... Oh shit, his ass was burnin' bad and the boss wasn't even slowin' down.... boy was startin' to lose control a himself...... tears fallin' faster, ass screamin', dick 'bout to shoot, heart so full of love for this man who always gave him what he wanted, anything he wanted........ even if it was just a little bit kinky........

Boss wasn’t much of a wine drinker himself...... sometimes he got a strawberry margarita though, when they went out for Mexican food....... that was a pretty shade a red....... hmm, and he was just about there, and his dick had had just about as much of this fun as it could stand inside his blue jeans, and Jack had to be about ready to pop....... he’d soaked a wet spot all the way through the denim where his cock was ridin’ his leg, and his cries were soundin’ pretty urgent........ and he wanted to fuck him so bad so he could give him his present......

His mom, God love her, had given his dad a fake bear rug for his office for an early Christmas present. Who the fuck knew what was up with that.... he particularly did not want to think too much about it, but it was lookin’ sweet right about now.... slap, slap...... perfect, strawberry red and Jack’s ass was done and Ennis was haulin’ him up off his lap, into his arms, kissin’ his face, kissin’ away the tears..... Jack always cried..... just a little, not much, but still, he cried. That had freaked Ennis out at first, made him feel terrible, but when he tried to go easy on him or stop too soon, he’d bitch, so he just did it and let him cry...... as long as he was happy, he didn’t care...... figured he'd do just about anything to make him happy. He spared a second to think about where they were livin’ and what they were doin’ - it was pretty obvious Jack would do just about anything to make him happy too.........

Ennis stood up, had to take some of the pressure off his dick, started pushing Jack backwards towards the rug..... kissin’ him still, whispering into his mouth, "Come on..... I can’t wait any longer."

Jack shrugged out of the flannel shirt, had his t-shirt off by the time he was droppin’ down onto the dark brown fur. Ennis stood at his feet, watchin’ him lay back, all pale and perfect against the dark rug with his own deep brown thatch of fur, his hard cock growin’ straight and tall out of it. Ennis couldn’t wait to touch it, to bury his fingers in that soft hair while he kissed his pretty pink mouth, those lips still tremblin’ just a bit from his tears, and then to bury his face in it, breathin' in his smells while he took his cock all the way deep into his mouth.........

Ennis shucked out of his clothes in record time, knelt almost reverently to join his lover on the thick, soft rug, to move into the arms that Jack was holdin’ open to him...... oh, he loved him so fuckin’ much...... times like this he could hardly believe how lucky he was to have him, how the tiny little things that happened back years ago had got him to where he was now, where he’d thought for a while that he’d never, ever be..... In love, and loved so much in return.

When Jack’s arms closed around his back, and his legs closed around his hips a second later, Ennis gave up thinkin’ about love and happiness, and started thinking about sex and pleasure and the way Jack’s cock felt so good rubbin against his..... and Jack musta thought so too, ‘cause he was moanin’ and buckin’ something fierce, runnin’ his hands all over Ennis’ body, pleadin’ with him already and they hadn’t even gotten started yet.

"Please, Ennis, please don’t make me wait this time.... I’m so fuckin’ ready, I need to come so bad..... please fuck me..... we’ll do it again later, I promise....... we’ll go slow, we’ll make love..... I’ll hum The Twelve Fuckin' Days of Christmas on your cock........ but please just fuck me now........" Jack was gettin’ desperate, his legs like a vice around Ennis’ hips, his mouth pressin' urgent kisses anywhere he could reach, his hands busy between them, trying to situate Ennis’ cock where he could get on it.

Hmmmmmmm.......... "How many verses do you know?" Ennis asked, kissin’ his neck, nibblin’ his way up to his earlobe. It was important to pin Jack down on the things he promised in the heat of passion...... he’d been known to stretch the truth a bit to get his way. Speakin’ a heat and passion, things were gettin’ pretty intense down below their belly buttons. Jack had gotten his dick into position, had it trapped right up against his asshole and Ennis was still locked in by Jack’s legs wrapped tight around him.

"I know about the partridge and the pear tree," Jack murmured, pushing down - Ennis was holding back, hadn’t even lubed up yet........ Jack really was outta his mind.

"It’s a partridge in a pear tree, and that’s only the first verse....." He tried to pull away, but Jack wasn’t lettin’ him go an inch. Ennis reached around, finally got a finger on his jeans and pulled them in.

"Shit...... well I know all of Grandma Got Runned Over by a Reindeer....... how about that?"

"Ok, if you’ll let me video it and put it on the internet......" Ennis bargained, knowin' Jack would agree to anything right now, no matter how insane. He reached between them to lube himself up with gel from the little bottle he’d had in his jeans pocket.

"Sounds great..... it'll be our email Christmas card for next year," Jack panted, and then his eyes dropped closed and his lips parted on a happy groan of pleasure as Ennis rocked his big dick slowly, carefully into Jack’s tight, hot body. Jack didn’t say anything else for a long time, just moaned and growled and purred like a cat while Ennis made love to him, kissin’ him and strokin’ loving hands all over Jack’s beautiful body until Ennis couldn’t stand it any more......

"Ready baby?" Ennis asked, but he was already pickin’ up speed, knew the answer by the look in those crazy blue eyes, watched in awe and amazement as Jack’s pleasure flashed through them like pictures on a movie screen, till with one last powerful thrust and a low, soulful groan, Ennis was there, fillin’ Jack up with his love and his come, and Jack was there too, both hands holdin’ tight onto Ennis’ hips as his cock went off, spurtin’ thick blobs of come all the way up to his collarbone.

Ennis fell onto Jack, totally spent, smearin’ Jack’s come all over them both, but he didn’t care, was plenty used to it by now. Jack was the first to recover, as always, the first to get his mouth back. "That was fuckin’ awesome," he whispered, arms tight again around Ennis, breath ticklin’ his ear when he talked.

"Mmm, glad you liked it....... wouldn’t do that for just anybody, you know........."

Jack laughed.... "Awww, come on, I bet if Rodriguez asked you real nice..... I’ve seen you lookin’ at his ass before...."

Ennis raised up to look down into the beautiful, smiling face of his lover. "You know, for somebody that just got their ass beat like you did, you’d think you could mind your mouth for at least a day or two before you start talkin’ trash....... my hand can go again..... think your butt can???" That put the quiatus on that line of talk pretty quick. Jack just shut up and shook his head. Ennis reached behind him for his t-shirt, dipped it in Jack's beer bucket, and started wiping the come off their chests and private parts. "Yeah, that's what I thought! So try to be nice for a minute while I clean us up, an' I’ll give you your Christmas present......"

Ennis tossed the shirt away and reached for his jeans yet again. Jack propped himself up on one elbow to watch, grinnin’. "You mean there’s more?"

"Yeah..... I actually went to a store and bought you somethin’...." Since Ennis was well known amongst his loved ones as the world’s most reluctant shopper, this got Jack’s attention real quick, especially when he saw the little box Ennis was pullin’ out of his jeans pocket. What the fuck?

"Ok, now don’t laugh at me....." he said, as if Jack ever would when Ennis was tellin’ him somethin’ serious, but Jack shook his head, No, just in case he needed some reassurance.

"You know I’m not any good at all this romantic shit like you and Mom, but here goes." He cleared his throat nervously, but looked Jack square in the eyes. "You and me’ve been together for a long time now, Jack....  five years last August. I’ve loved you almost since that very first day, when Ms. Nancy put us together in biology class, and I know I’m gonna love you till my very last day here on this earth...... so I wanted you to have this to wear, to know that you belong to me, and I belong to you, always......"

Ennis held a little box out in the palm of his big, calloused hand, opened the lid so Jack could see inside. His gift was a ring - a thick, heavy, white gold band gleaming a soft silvery white in the lamp glow, with two never-ending lines circling it, entwined to create the shape of infinity over and over again. He slipped it out of it’s slot and handed it to Jack for him to read.... It was inscripted on the inside with words of love from one sweet heart to another..... To Jack, my perfect love, Ennis...

Ennis saw the shimmering tears and the look of pure happiness in his lover's eyes, took the ring back and slid it onto the forever finger of Jack's left hand, kissing him softly, murmuring words of love everlasting. They lay there on the rug for a long time, touchin' each other tenderly, talkin’ about their love and their life and their dreams for the future, till, sated and oh so happy, they both drifted off to peaceful sleep.

Ennis woke slowly an hour later to the sweet vibrations of his new, all-time favorite Christmas song, "Grandma got runned over by a reindeer.........."

HO!!! HO!!!!! HO!!!!!!! Happy Christmas, and don't forget to turn the page - here's the link..... Love to all, S!!

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