EUROPEAN GAY CHRISTMAS
written by CATHAL McCEALLACHAN for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 5, 2000

PART ONE
The story of Christian and Savvas continues
I arrived here a few days ago because I could not face a Christmas in Kimberley, South Africa, with my lovely Savvas away in Cyprus while he had to attend to family business. Therefore we decided that I would come to Holland, and he would join me later for Christmas.

Wishing to find some additional Christmas presents, I strolled through the shopping area, glancing every so often into certain store windows, to marvel at the beautiful displays of Christmas scenes and exotic gifts. So wonderful it felt to be back in my homeland, The Netherlands, after two years in Africa.As I walked, in the distance I could see the lofty spire of the St. Stevens Church, one of the landmarks of this ancient city of Nijmegen. I could hear lovely organ music in the distance. I stopped my walking to enjoy a particular window display with animated elves that interested me.

Strong memories suddenly overcame me, becoming once more that young and naïve boy, having come to study Ballet under Jenny Veldthuis. In my mind, I walked to St. Stevens, opened the massive door, and entered the dimly lit Church. It was a Protestant place of worship. With the organist playing hymn tunes that I knew from childhood, I felt at ease. There were a few people inside, scattered and self-absorbed. I sat down in one of the back pews.

While I prayed, I noticed a young man in a dark coat walk into the church. He appeared to be looking for someone, and after fully walking up the aisle, he turned swiftly to depart. I glanced at him. A lock of damp dark hair was hanging across his forehead. His eyes were like molten chocolate, his lips full and moist, and the cheeks rosy from the snowy chill outside. He had a knitted ski-cap in one hand and with the other unwound a long multi colored scarf slowly from his neck. He sat down next to me and winked. At that very moment, the organist started playing the magnificent and soul touching Fugue and Toccata of Johann Sebastian Bach. We sat shoulder to shoulder quite aware of one another’s presence. It was like having a slight electric shock continuously. It left us breathless, and gasping for the others nearness.

As the music stopped, I got up to leave. This was a church and I suddenly felt extremely tense and uncomfortable, having an almost suffocating sensation. He put his hand on my arm, but took it away immediately. “Sorry! Will you have a cup of coffee with me?” After a long pause, as I stood looking down on him, I nodded in acceptance. Then the most beautiful smile covered his entire face, and we both laughed. “Come!” he said, “before you disappear!”

We walked into the crisp snowy evening, into the brightly-lit street with all the lovely Christmas decorations; it was really a festive sight. Everywhere around us, people were laughing and talking and enjoying themselves. My heart felt light and happy. “I’m Cees, and a Music Teacher at the Local Music School,” he told me and smiled.

“I’m Christian but my friends call me Chris and a Ballet Student,” I replied.

“Oh! I know – Jenny told me about you, She is a friend and was very happy when she received your application. She showed me the photo, and I’m so happy I’ve at last had the chance of meeting you.” He paused and smiled yet again. “You are more handsome than on the photo!” he teased. I blushed and just kept quiet. “Let’s have coffee, or do you prefer something stronger?” he asked as we walked down the Burchtstraat.

“Okay, coffee will do,” I said. We entered a small and cozy establishment – with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cakes. Green pine branches, and pots filled with bright red Poinsettia, known as Dutch Christmas Stars, was the decor. Soft holiday music was playing. People came and went, carrying Christmas packages in brightly coloured gift-wraps. We drank the hot, strong coffee and spoke at length, as if we were longtime friends. As time quickly passed, we became the last customers and the constant meaningful glance from the owner told us it was time to depart. We got up, put on our overcoats, gathered our parcels and left the shop laughing happily.

Outside I asked him where he lived. He told me Berg en Dal. I knew that was a long way off, so I asked him to come with me. “I live at Java Square No. 7,” I said, and before I could say anything else he exclaimed, “Oh! With the Baroness van Herten – I used to live there too, when I was a student.”

So we took the bus to the corner of St. Anna and De Groenestraat, walked round the corner, and bumped into Mrs. Van Herten, leaving with a friend, for the theater. “Cees!” she screamed, hugging and kissing him. “It is so good to see you again. Please take good care of my special boy here, he is very lonely!” Then suddenly, fur wraps flapping in the breeze, she was gone. Once inside my rooms, he put his arms around me, kissing my face while taking off my overcoat and tossing it on the floor. I started shaking and shivering. He whispered softly in my ear, telling me not to be afraid.

He backed away, took off his own winter coat, and dropped it carelessly next to mine. We stood facing each other. Then with a sudden gusto, we fell down on the couch. We started caressing each other. Everything was on fire and I could feel myself losing control, with that feeling of abandonment taking over. His fingers were fumbling with my shirt buttons, with his warm lips still on mine, as I started pulling his shirt from his trousers and then over his head. Cees was indeed a pleasurable sight. The hair on his chest enhanced the strength of his body, that of a natural athlete. I just about tore my own shirt from my body.

A sudden draught of warmed air moved the tinsel on the small Christmas tree in one corner of the room, and reflections played and danced across Cees’ face. We fell into one another’s arms again on the couch. He started slowly working on my very taut nipples with his tongue, while his hands moved down my body to the now very hard cock which could hardly be contained by my tiny briefs as it oozed streams of pre-cum.

“Slowly! Slowly!” I whispered. I moved slightly away from him, at the same time moving my hand across his belly to pull down his briefs. It was more than I expected – lovely big balls covered with bushy black pubic hair and topped by a magnificent, thick uncircumcised cock. The foreskin was pulled halfway down the swollen head, from which droplets of silvery pre-cum were running. I bent down and licked over this beautiful piece of manflesh, tasting the saltiness of his juice. He gasped, moaned and pushed that shaft between my parting lips, which I opened to accommodate his rigid pole. I let my tongue play across the glans, pushing down the foreskin until the whole head was exposed. As I tongued him, my one hand was caressing his tightening balls, the other one was moving slowly up his quivering body to his nipples and then up to his ears and his mouth. Then he started sucking my fingers as I was sucking his hard-on.

“You are killing me,” he moaned! “Please stop! I do not want to cum – not now!”

He rolled me over and started kissing me all over. His head was between my legs, his warm and moist mouth over my cock and balls – his finger exploring my warm and sensitive hole. I was now breathing short gasps of air – my body was on fire, my soul was soaring somewhere between here and eternity. As the tip of his hot tongue hit the hole, I knew there was no turning back. I moaned and begged like a whore for him to fuck me. I could feel him picking up my legs exposing the willing entrance, but all I wanted was that hard cock up my ass.

He was very gentle. Slowly the mighty weapon penetrated until I could feel the hairy balls hitting my ass. He bent forward and started kissing me, beating me with that mighty stick which was now safely embedded in my overheated body. As he quickened the rhythm we gasped and shouted at one another – and then his hand firmly grasped my hard cock. I could feel the rumblings of a mighty explosion building up deep in my groin, and I knew I was going to cum within seconds. This is the time when one’s whole being is filled with rapture and expectation and the soul moves to another plane. As the globs of white cum came spurting from my throbbing prick, which he was pulling like mad, I could feel his cock contracting deep in my body. This was heaven.

As he pulled out of me I felt deprived of something good. I wanted him to be inside me forever. We lay next to each other speechless for a while just enjoying the togetherness.

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