It's early morning Christmas Eve and the next few days ahead of me didn't seem too inticing either. This was going to another Christmas away from home and I wanted to keep myself occupied. I'd been commissioned to prepare the preliminary drawings for a new Universal Studios show that they were considering. And they wanted it ASAP.

I needed some inspiration. Driving around at 5 a.m., I ended up in Tampa, way off the beaten path. There I found this quaint little pavilion overlooking a small lake. I sat on top of a picnic table with my headphones on, my sketch pad and colored pencils in hands looking out over the beautiful sunrise in front of me.

I turned my music up loud so it was wafting around my head. Enjoying the music, the visions were flowing as I sketched and colored. My pencils easily following along with each stroke. Each picture popping into my head I was quickly outlining. The new rays sunlight as it reflected off the lake, and the boats sitting at their docks. The egrets just awaking and stretching their wings. I was totally engrossed in the vision laid out in front of me.

From the corner of my eyes I noticed some spots of water were rippling, but I saw nothing to cause it. Figuring it was fish I ignored it. Suddenly as I looked up a huge rock plopped into the water. Startled, some of the peaceful birds took flight. I didn't miss the cause this time. I turned around to see a lone man standing a the corner of the pavilion. Not looking at me, but watching the water.

I pulled my earphones down. "Uh, am I disturbing you?" I was irritated. My train of thought now broken.

"NO. Am I disturbing YOU?" he quipped right back. "What are you doing here?"

Now getting pissed, I yanked off the earphones from my neck as I fumbled to turn off the music that was still flowing from them. Then proceeded to gather my scattered pencils and illustrations. He was leaning on the corner post, but hadn't looked over.

As I stood I looked at him. His clothes were rumpled. His jeans ragged and long sleeved shirt looked slept in. He had on a baseball cap down pulled low and big aviator sunglasses. I had to stop to look at him. He looked a bit green and like he was about to lose it. "Are you OK?" I questioned. Sensing he wasn't feeling well.

Still not looking up at me he was quick to answer "I'll be OK. How did you find us?"

"I'm sorry, US?" I glanced aroudn to see only him. "I was just driving around, bored, and saw the lake and all. SO sorry to have intruded." I resumed my cleaning up. But as I went to grab my water bottle I sent it flying right at him.

He bent over to pick it up. "May I see what you were drawing?" His voice was rough, he finally looked at me as he handed the bottle to me.

From under his glasses I could see these incredible big brown eyes. They looked tired and sad. They revealed the same holiday blues I was feeling. He didn't smile as he reached out to take my portfolio.

I paused looking at his extended hands, now waiting to take my property. His fingers were long and thin and his fingernails were painted black. I looked back up to his face for assurance he wasn't going to destroy them. He managed a slight smile. As I looked at his face now, I noticed the small goatee and the piercing under his lip. He knew I was checking him out. His smile grew larger as he looked down over the rim of his glasses looking me up and down.

Before I realized it I was getting turned on. A warm sensation developing over me. My hand was shaking as I surrendered my drawings to this stranger who had captivated me. He stumbled to sit at the table, cursing under his breath at his own clumsiness.

Instinctively I started to quickly draw him as he sat there perusing my sketches. Engrossed, he pushed his sleeves up to expose his forearms and his tattoos. This caught my attention as I flipped to the next page to continue drawing him. By the time he looked up I had 4-5 drawings outlined of him. Without a word he held his hand up to take them.

A blush flooded over my face as I silently handed them to him. I was afraid he'd see how attracted I had became in him when he looked at them. I felt my drawings might unmask my growing desire for him. He knew it, I was sure.

He looked at them, then to me. "You are very good." he stood in front of me as he handed them to me. Our hands touched as I took them from him. He didn't let go of them, letting his hands sweep over mine. His gaze lingered "I, ER, am staying with a friend down the street here. And I am in desperate need of a cup of coffee. Will you join me?"

He picked up my CD player, smiling when he saw the Millennium CD in it. I wasn't sure what look I must have had on my face because he giggled as he pointed down the road. "It's right there. And I promise I won't try anything, ahh, funny."

Feeling like I should know him, I had a feeling I could trust him. At this point I had no intention of saying no. He jumped in his truck parked along the road and I jumped in my rented car and followed him. The house had a huge white iron fence around it. There was another truck and a sports car in the driveway. The driveway was stone, the house looked small from the front but I had a feeling the size was all in the back.

He silently led me inside. The rooms were large, recently remodeled with stone and wood. Very tasteful, but definitely decorated by a man. He lea me to the kitchen, still under construction. I smiled as I looked around. "And that smile is for?" he quizzed me.

"Well, the rest of the house is pretty much done, I mean it's been recently renovated, right?" He nodded in agreement as he started the coffee machine. "And you said you were staying with a friend? I take it it's another guy?" He nodded again as he rummaged for some bread. "Well, the kitchen is the last room a man would finish. Not the most important room for him?" I had to laugh at my own stupid observation now. He was suppressing his own laughter, as the toaster popped out the bread. "You know, we didn't even introduce ourselves yet. I'm Alex."

We sat and chatted about my illustrations as I continued to draw him. He was relaxing now and becoming very open and talkative. I was growing more and more attracted to him. But I still had this nagging feeling I was missing something very important. And this was so unlike me. Being an artist I noticed everything. Noises from upstairs started to rumble through the house.

"Ah hA. My buddy is beginning to rise. This should be interesting" he quipped.

A tall blond, blue eyed, shirtless young man stumbled into the kitchen. Grumbling as he rearranged himself back into his boxers. "Shit! Bone! I didn't know you had. . . Umm, HI! I'm Nick" He held his hand out to me, then withdrew it, embarrassed. "Sorry. I wasn't expecting company" he turned to Alex and gave him a dirty look. Alex had burst out laughing.

"You have to excuse the youngun here. He isn't a morning person" Nick grabbed a cup of coffee and left the room in a hurry. But my pencil had already caught him on paper, in detail. Alex jumped up to look over my shoulder as I drew.

"Damn, you ARE good. But you know this can't leave this house?" he laid his hands on my shoulders. He began to massage softly. I wondered at first if it was a threat, but I quickly realized it wasn't. He leaned down into my ear.

"Join me in the livingroom?"

My inner urges were becoming fully ignited with his touch. As his sweet coffee breath caressed my neck, his voice echoed through my head. I almost lost it right there.

There we continued to talk, about me mostly. He did tell me he had no plans for the holidays. Only to see his family tomorrow, Christmas Day. He finally took off his glasses. He wanted to shower and clean up, stating he was on his way home from a late party when he had spotted me. I asked to go to the patio while I waited. The view looked gorgeous and I wanted to sketch it. I had more ideas brewing.

Soon a showered and dressed Nick joined me, but was on his way out to see family. I followed him inside to a recreation room. Modest Christmas decorations were in this room. I listened to him talk about them as he gathered gifts up, making me a little homesick. It wasn't long until Alex joined us, telling Nick to wish his family a Happy Holidays. Maybe he'd be around in a day or so to see them.

Curious, I wondered around while Alex helped Nick with his gifts. Finding a room off the rec room. On the mantel I found numerous awards, statues and plaques. I became totally embarrassed as I realized whom Alex and Nick were.

I was holding my head in my hands when Alex entered the room. He laid an arm around my shoulder "AHH, now you know? At times I wasn't sure" he laughed, patting as he tightened his grip. I stumbled over my own mouth "I'm sooo sorry. I knew you seemed familiar, but I. . . " With his other hand he placed his fingers over my mouth to hush me. "It's OK. I kinda like that we had a chance to get to know each other, before..." his words dropped off as he leaned in to kiss me. His lips lightly brushing over mine at first. I responded back, yielding to him.

Acknowledging my invitation, his kiss intensified. Before I knew it we were locked in a kiss that expressed passion I had only yearned for. My imagination was racing with the thoughts of where this was leading to. My hormones taking over. His desires becoming evident as well. He pulled back, breaking our rampant emotions that were developing quickly.

"Whoa! I'm sorry. I promised you no funny stuff." he stepped away from me. Turning his back to me.

As I stepped toward him, I reached to touch his back. Causing his body to quiver under my hand. Sensing he was having the same feelings of loneliness and needed the same love I craved, I moved closer to him. I reached around his chest to embrace him. I kissed his neck, breathing lightly across it. I felt his knees flinch under his weight. He placed his hands on my arms "Please, don't start something you might not want to finish." he whispered, looping his fingers around mine. He rested his head back on my shoulder, his eyes closed.

'I never do." I whispered back.

He turned in my arms, then he continued "And ah, what do you want for Christmas?" Wanting him at that moment, I cooed into his pouting lips "I want what only you can give me. And to give to you in return."

A serious look was on his face. Wrapping his arms around he rested his head on my forehead "Do you have anyone expecting you tonight?"

'No" disappointment overtaking me, thinking he did. It felt like my heart dropped from my chest. "But, maybe I better leave."

"Please don't leave. No. I have no one expecting me either" his voice was low, soft, almost sounding as if was about to cry "I really want you to stay. I think we can fulfill each others stockings tonight." he was now giggling.

With that I stroked his face, tenderly lifting it to meet mine. Our lips easily finding the other. Our respective needs now becoming liberated by the other. Escaping into our own world of love. We groped each other, pulling and tugging to undress the other. Our love making was intense and forceful to start. Quickly climaxing to our first of many orgasms. Then we relaxed into sessions of gentle and sensual lovemaking. The other offering complete ecstasy in return for the love were receiving. We stopped only long enough to munch on some food to sustain ourselves for another session of elaborate lovemaking.

By evening we were exhausted. We sat out on the patio together, wrapped only in each others arms. The moonlight reflecting off the lake. Though it didn't take much of Alex's teasing before I had my pad and pencil and was sketching him in all his glory. At one point he jumped up and turned on the stereo. Noting he was a little disappointed I didn't own the Black and Blue CD yet. I promised I'd buy it the next day. He laughed he'd sign it for me too. He then proceeded to pose in multiple positions, till he found the ultimate one. I had to admit I was real pleased with the finished product myself.

Later he sent me to get some drinks and snacks. I was touched when I returned to the rec room. The Christmas tree was blinking it's colored lights. Candles were glowing all around and the fireplace was roaring in anticipation of a long night together. On TV he had found a channel showing old classic Christmas movies. "Alex. This has been a wonderful Christmas Eve. I want to thank you, now. In case we get, ah, busy later and I forget." I kissed him as he escorted me to a stack of pillows and blankets he had laid out.

"Umm, Your welcome. Christmas Day is only a few hours away. I plan on seeing the sunrise with you this time." He tucked a blanket around me as we snuggled in.

We barely had eaten anything till our bodies were intertwined in the throws of passion again. The movie playing was an Elvis movie and the song he was singing was Jingle Bell Rock. Alex was on top of me, his rhythm quickening as we were about to surrender to our bodies euphoria. My back arched expecting our explosions to erupt together. We both were moaning, I was even calling out Alex's name.

We never heard the front door open. "Whooaaaa!" we heard Nick holler. Mid climax both Alex and I looked around to see Nick standing there with Aaron fighting to remove Nick's hand from in front of his eyes. "Damn, Santa's not the ONLY one Cuming Tonight!" He laughed, holding Aaron tight till we could get covered up. Aaron screaming to be left go.

"FUCK! Nick. What the Hell are you doing here?" AJ was flustered. Since he wasn't able to release his seed he was not able to move around a lot. I had to laugh, remembering Nick's and my first meeting. Letting go of Aaron, Nick doubled over laughing at the site of his friend fumbling. Giggling, I slid deep under the blanket.

"Sorry, BONE! HAHAHA, I just thought maybe you'd like to come over to my folks and spend the night there. So you're not, er, alone. But I see you have taken care of that situation." He crawled to a chair.

"Umm, thanks Bro, But as you can see. I am in good company." Alex eyes pleaded to Nick to take Aaron and leave, soon.

But it was too; late Aaron had found my sketch pad and was getting an eye full. "Holy Shit" the twelve year old gushed.

Seeing what was in his hands, I crawled deeper under the blanket. Alex joining me, now laughing too.

"Nick, is this one YOU?" Aaron laughed as he held up the pencil sketch of Nick scratching himself. Nick screamed at AJ, as he took off after Aaron and the pad. Aaron was already in a full run, knowing Nick was gonna tackle him. He tossed the sketch pad to Alex as he ran bye, waving "Been nice seeing ya, Aje, I like your drawings too."

As Nick passed by us in his pursuit of Aaron he threw a pillow at us "Thanks. You two WILL have HELL to pay tomorrow. Better be here!" and he was out the door after Aaron.

Alex turned back to me as I was fighting to control my laughter. "OK. Well, Umm, Baby, where were we?" I showed him where his throb belonged as he mounted me. "AHH, YESSSS. Santa needs to finish, he is cuming!" he groaned as he entered me.

Who are you spending your Christmas with?

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