The Yule Log

He blushed. "I've had my share of sex, but I just haven't been with that special someone I wanted to bring home."

I laughed. "Come on, Jesse, you had anyone you wanted." The wine was getting to me. Was warm wine more intoxicating?

He looked back at the log and mumbled, "Not anyone."

That dulled my enthusiasm. He really sounded like he had missed something or someone and regretted it. "I'm sorry, Jesse. I didn't mean to pry."

He smiled at me. It wasn't the happiest of smiles, but he didn't seem upset. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Who's Uncle Steve?"

I was lucky I didn't snap off the stem of my glass. That would have been a wonderful end of the evening, being taken to the emergency room to have my lacerated hand stitched and bandaged. Honestly, I didn't really feel anything for Steven any more, save for a bit of shame and regret for being such an idiot. It was the idea of telling Jesse that had me shaking. I set the glass down before I damaged it, myself, or both.

"Steven was my lover, Jesse. I should have told you before, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship." I looked away for a moment, trying to steel myself for the rest. "I'm gay." I waited for the shock, or look of loathing and the biting remarks. They didn't come. He just looked at me, not saying anything but obviously thinking about what I'd said.

I swallowed as he set his glass down next to mine and leaned into me. He smelled of soap, wine and something else. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights because I was rooted to the spot, watching in disbelief as he closed the gap between us and brought his lips to mine. It was brief, wet and completely melted me. I was still trembling when he pulled back.

"What if the only 'anyone' I want is you?" His voice was low and warm and would have stripped me of my clothes if it had had hands.

I swallowed. Pandora's Box may have been open, but Jesse had just upended it and dumped out the contents. The last couple months flash past and I could see it all so much more clearly. We'd been making love with everything but our bodies for almost the entire time. No wonder I couldn't think straight about Jesse, I'd been stuck in foreplay for too long. My fingers gripped the back of his head as I pulled him back to me. I could hardly breathe, but I managed a quiet, "Merry Christmas."

I found myself lying under him as we kissed. God he tasted good. He was so much bigger than I was. I'd always been lean; light and in some way's just too graceful for a guy. Jesse hadn't been a football player, but he still had a solid, muscular body that made me tingle every time he touched me. He was touching me from head to toe and the tingling was driving me insane.

We broke from the kiss, panting and a little desperate. The way he fumbled with the buttons of my pajama top told me he needed this as much as I did. He got it open and looked down on me. I was a little worried; I'd never been a jock. He paused only for a moment before crossing his arms and pulling his shirt over his head. I finally got to look at all of his blond-furred glory. Admittedly, Steven beat us both in the looks and body departments, but his looks had been contrived and sculpted in the gym and by deliberate care. Jesse was by no means the perfect magazine model, but he had an honest, farmer's body that was built from hours of hard work. He was real, and that's what I wanted.

Smiling down at me, he ran his fingers down my hairless chest and along my abs. "You're so beautiful." I'd been told that before, but the way he said it and the total sincerity in his eyes made me feel it for the first time.

I pulled him down; feeling all that fur-clad muscle filled me with a sense of awe. I had the most incredible man in my arms; I prayed that this time it was for life. We kissed again. Each kiss was better than the one before. By the time we came up for air, we were both hard and throbbing against each other. I moaned as he ground against me. "I hope you've got protection…"

He stopped and looked at me, grinning. "I hope that means what I think it does."

I bent up and chewed on his ear. "If you think it means 'take me to bed and fuck me like you mean it', yeah it's what you think."

He pulled me up with him as he stood. I didn't even get to settle my weight on my feet because he had me up in his arms and was kissing me as he carried me out of the living room, up the stairs, and down the hall. He paused at his room and looked at me. "Kevin, what do you want?"

I didn't quite follow him. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I was squirming. "What do you mean?"

He swallowed. "Do you want tonight, or do you want forever?"

Oh god, if that wasn't a ton of bricks. Most guys say, "I love you" in the midst of blowing their load. It’s a sex thing and never means the real thing. He'd just asked me to marry him; maybe not in those terms but it was the same thing. I asked myself what I wanted, and the answer came back so easily I couldn't help but smile. "I want forever."

He kissed me again; this one not only took my breath away but also left me weak. It was a good thing he was carrying me, because I would have collapsed. He turned and carried me into the master bedroom. It was actually a little chilly in the unused room, but I had warm furry blanket lying over me as I was put on the bed. He whispered as he chewed on my ear. "God, I've wanted you for so long."

I shivered a little, not just from what he was doing to me. I didn't have all that furry muscle to keep me warm. I smiled. "I hate to say this, but think you can wait a little longer?

He sat up, looking confused. I grinned. "If I'm going to get my presents early, why don't we light a fire and make it last?"

His sexy grin made me think twice of letting him off the bed. "You're a closet romantic, Mr. Hamilton."

I grinned back. "I'm a flaming romantic, mister. If I'm moving in here, you better know that I plan to be as romantic as they come."

His words caught in his throat and he just looked at me. I think he had tears in his eyes but it was hard to tell in the dark. "I love you, Kevin." His voice was cracked with emotion.

I think that was the first time I ever heard those words and had them resonate so deep that I couldn't find a spot that I wasn't thrumming with it. I chuckled and hugged him tight. "I guess I should have listened to Katie."

He grinned at me as I let him go. "Why's that?"

"She wondered why I hadn't told you I was so in love with you that I was tripping over myself." I started to laugh. I couldn't help it. I felt so relieved and so happy that it just came out.

He brought his forehead to mine and started chuckling. "Probably the same reason I didn't; I was scared shitless."

We held each other and laughed. Our lust had faded a little but it was replaced by warmth that was far more profound. I brushed his face with my fingers and he rubbed his nose in my goatee. "So, Mr. Also-Romantic, want to take the time to set the mood, or do you just want to strip me out of these togs and fuck?"

He smiled, his eyes burning so bright that I could have sworn the Yule Log was behind them. "I want everything."

We kissed again. I swore if I could have dissolved I would have. I don't know what he did with his lips, but it was overwhelming. It took me a moment to refocus as he sat up. "You put a couple of the logs on, and I'll bring up some fire." None of my other lovers would have stopped during foreplay and have been willing to go to all that trouble. The desperation was gone, but the low burning need was there by the truckload. I knew to the bottom of my soul that this was going to be worth it.

He vanished down the hall as I got off the bed and fumbled with the logs. There were candles on the mantle and I found some matches. I lit them, and went to the curtains to wait. I was standing there, looking out at the moonlit snow, when he came back in. He had the Yule Log in a coal bucket, the wine glasses and the bottle. I could also hear that he'd turned up the stereo down stairs. Damn if he didn't look even sexier with the glow of the log illuminating him from the bucket. The light cast shadows across his muscles and glinted in the soft hair that I longed to touch. He studied me in the moonlight, his eyes taking me in. "Damn, Kevin."

I smiled. "I feel the same. Get that thing loaded, and let's finish unwrapping our presents."

He did as he was told, setting the glasses and bottle on the mantle before he crouched down and loaded the fire. He spent a few minutes blowing on it, making sure the logs caught. It gave me some time to drink him in. I crossed the room as he stood up, and I ran by hands over his chest. He moaned as I leaned in and began chewing on collarbone, enjoying the taste of his freshly washed skin. My fingers teased his nipples to hard nubs before I kissed my way down and latched on to one. Jesse stood there, his hands roaming softly over my back as he moaned. I don't think he'd ever really made love to anyone before; I got the feeling that he'd only had one night stands and quick fucks to dull the need.

I slid back up his body and pulled him down to whisper in his ear. "I want to make love to you, Jesse. Right here, in the light of the fire. I want to explore and get to know every inch of you." He was shuddering at my words. "Think you can handle that?"

He nodded into my neck; his voice was just above a whisper, "Yeah."

His eyes were closed as I resumed my explorations. My hands roamed his back as I kissed his jaw and his neck. He felt so good, so real. He was panting by the time my hands made it to the back of his sweats. I slid them under, cupping his fuzz-covered ass and squeezed. He actually whimpered. I held his ass, kneading his cheeks, as I kissed my way down his chest and along his abs till I got to the front of his pants. He must have been leaking like a faucet because the sweats were drenched. I brought my hands around and pulled the front of his sweats out. His cock leapt up, leaving a glistening trail of lust along his abs as it slapped his abs beyond his navel. I'd honestly never seen one so big. He wasn't obscenely thick, thank God, but he was much thicker than average, and damn if he wasn't ten inches long. I wondered for a moment if I could even take the thing. The thought made my hole twitch and I had my answer. I was damn well going to try.

I pushed his sweats down to his ankles and ran my hands back up his thighs and around his hips to grip his ass again. Running my lips from his sack to the tip, I was trembling almost as badly as he was. This was going to be a long, hot night and I planned to enjoy every moment of it. I lifted up enough to rub my goatee along his shaft. I caused a spasm when I scraped against his flared head. He gripped my head with one hand and the mantle with the other.

"Dear Jesus, Kevin…" He sounded like he'd just run a marathon. I knew I was doing him right.

I wanted him so wound up that when I finally got him down my throat he'd be over the edge and into the abyss in no time. It wasn't that I didn't want to lick and suck on that monster tool for hours, but he simply wasn't going to be an easy guy to give a blowjob to. His dick was so hard and inflexible that deep throating was going to be out of the question. I chewed on him a little, running my tongue around the crown enough to have his legs shaking. I looked up and slid back. "Grab hold of the mantle." My voice was low and so full of lust that it didn't even sound like me.

He did, stepping so that his dripping, throbbing cock was facing the fire and his butt was out toward the room. I slid around behind him slowly pried open his incredible ass. I'd nearly creamed over it at Halloween, now I planned to savor what I'd missed. I ran my tongue through his furry depths and he groaned. I lapped at him, chewing and prodding as I made my way to his trembling entrance. He was gasping as I ran my tongue over his tight, sweet hole. "Kevin… I've never…" He didn't get out anything else. I pressed in, thrusting my tongue past his resistance before he could object. He cried out, his body quaking as I dove in as deep as I could go, my tongue twisting and tasting his inner essence. I was in heaven; my only regret was I didn't get to taste his first release.

His whole body arched as he came up onto his toes and gripped the mantle for dear life. "Oh, God!" His scream was drawn out and he pulled the lord's name into a strangled "awed" that seemed to rise up from his feet. His cock blasted out ropes of cum that smacked against the hearth and soared into the fire, sizzling as they draped over the logs. He was whimpering and slumped against the mantle as I finished feasting on his ass. His body was like a limp rag. His ass was so non-resistant that I think I could have just stood up, rammed myself home and he'd have just sighed and prepared to cum again.

Instead, I wrapped my arms around his waist and let him sink down against me. He was still shaking through the aftershocks. Obviously no one had ever rimmed him before. He whimpered into the side of my head as I kissed his neck. "Oh, god… I never felt anything like that."

I licked around his ear and hugged him close. "We have all night, and tomorrow, and next week and next year. Let's just take our time and make love until we're too old to get it up any more."

He nodded, finding his breath but not talking. He didn't say anything; he didn't need to. The way he felt in my arms, sated, happy and loved, was better than words.

I squeezed him. "Lets get into bed and you can unwrap your present. I've already gotten to play with mine."

"I don't think I'll be able to top that…"

I bit his ear. "I think you'll rise to the occasion."

I could already see him rising back to attention as I chewed on his ear and fondled his chest. He groaned. "Get in bed; I'm going to give you a ride you're not going to forget." Like a good boy, I did what I was told.

He moved one of the mantle candles closer to the bed and I saw the box in his hands. I almost squirmed knowing that soon I'd have him inside of me. I'm a versatile guy, but I admit that I prefer being under a hot, strong, well-hung man. Jesse was all that and spare change. Sliding onto the bed, Jesse caressed my body. It was pretty clear that he hadn't had much experience; I envisioned him as I would have been, trapped without an outlet, going out of town for an evening when I could, finding some nameless guy at a bar or pickup spot for a quick fix, and coming home sated but dissatisfied. With his size and looks, he was probably "the top". Some part of me was overjoyed to know that I was probably the first man he'd taken the time to make love to.

I melted as his hands roamed my body. His touch was so light and appreciative that it made me feel cherished. It also stirred my libido harder than any of the heavy petting and groping I'd come to expect with a partner. I sighed with relief as he unsnapped my bottoms and slid them off, letting the cool air wash over my steaming rod. I wasn't as large as he was; average really, just like my height and build. That didn't dissuade him from leaning down and tasting me. God, the velvety-wetness of his tongue sent shivers through me as he licked at me tentatively. His teeth grazed me a few times as he strove to take me in his mouth. He couldn't take me completely, even though I'm not all that large, but I knew he'd be able to with practice. I sure as hell hoped to give him lots of practice.

He pulled himself over me, becoming a heavily muscled fur blanket, and kissed me again. What his fellatio skill lacked, his kissing made up for in spades. The man could kiss me to a state of mental numbness. I was completely gone when I felt him reach for the lube and protection. I snapped to attention when I heard the foil packet rip. I was horny as hell, but Jesse was huge. There was no way he was getting into me without some serious prepping. I think he saw worry in my eyes and he kissed me again before whispering. "Trust me."

I did. He rolled me onto my belly and ran his hands up my legs, pulling apart me cheeks before he sniffed at my ass. I trembled; it felt like a predator was taking my scent and I loved it. Slowly, his face pressed down against me and his tongue began to press at my hole. He licked me tentatively, he'd probably never done that either, but then he kissed his way up my back and chewed on my neck as he used his lubed fingers to open me. Ok, he hadn't done much cock sucking and his ass was probably cherry, but he knew how to open an ass. I thought I was going to go out of my mind as his strong, skilled fingers peeled me open with deep, insistent twists and turns. I was panting into the pillows when he pulled his face from my ass, lubed my hole generously, and positioned himself at my entrance. I thought I was ready for it when I felt his arms supporting him at my sides, and he pressed in; I wasn't ready.

I cried out; there was no avoiding it, it hurt. That didn't mean I wanted him to stop. My ass had been empty for months and he was filling it more than anyone before him. He stopped as I gripped the sheets, trying to force myself to relax and accept him. His voice was torn as he struggled to decide what to do; he hadn't wanted to hurt me. "Kevin, I'll pull out."

I shook my head against the sheets and reached back to grab his hand. "No… just lie against me… give me a minute, please." I panted it out between gasps. I had no idea it was going to be that bad. I'd always been a good bottom, I loved it, but my months of celibacy and his enormous girth just didn't make for a winning combination. He did as I asked, pressing his chest against my back but kept his hips up.

He kissed my neck, cooing and whispering into my hair. "Kevin, please, I love you too much to hurt you." He almost sounded like he was crying.

My resistance melted. I wanted him in me; I wanted him claiming me; I wanted him to know how much I loved him. I sighed as I felt my ass give way, and he sank in a few more inches. I whispered to him, my voice low and pleading. "Go slow; I want this, just please go slow."

He did, God did he ever! He pulled back at what felt like an inch an hour. When his flared head reached my ring he added more lube and pressed in again. It felt like I had a semi truck pushing into me, but it didn't actually hurt. It was uncomfortable, sort of like life changes, but as I accepted him it wasn't painful. It felt like he inched in and out for days, maybe months, my brain had lost track of time, and I was living for the moment that he filled me completely. When it happened, I felt complete. Like with our feelings, we took the time to let it happen naturally. Now that he was there, I never wanted him gone. He felt so damn good.

He finally took a full stroke and I thought I was going to shudder into a million pieces. He was so thick and so long that every inch of him rubbed my prostate. Most of my partners only hit it with their thrusts or rubbed it with the head, but there wasn't a part of him that didn't send those jolts of pleasure through me. I think if it had been possible for a person to fall in love over a cock, his would have done it. Instead, it was just a confirmation of how perfect he was for me. All I could do was moan and live for the ride; I didn't even have the will to press back against him. I had been claimed, and I knew I was his.

He made love to me with slow, long, deep strokes. His lips never left my shoulders and neck as his body flexed against me. All that strength, all that fur, all that emotion was riding me even more than the bull-cock that had taken me to places no one had before. Now I knew why he'd only been a top; if he'd done me first, I'd have been in no condition to service him in any way afterwards. As it was, I wasn't certain I'd be up to walking by the time we were expected to arrive at Mom's in the morning. I didn't care.