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

CONCLUSION
The story of Christian and SavvasThe next day, Christmas Eve, we lazed around the house, still tired from the events of the previous night. At about 8:45 in the evening, Savvas said he had to go upstairs for something. A few moments later the doorbell rang. At first, I did not want to answer, but when I opened the door, Savvas was standing there with a big grin on his face.

“Please come in,” I said, catching the mood. I closed the door and started walking away.

“Wait pretty Boy!” He pointed to mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. I turned and was quickly enfolded by his strong arms. He then walked into the salon, looking all around the room. “You have a wonderful place,” he said. He walked to the music center, picked up a CD and placed it in the Machine. The sounds of the Cantique de Noël of Adam filled the room.

“You remembered,” I said softly.

“I remember everything where you are concerned my love,” he answered. Smiling mischievously, he asked, “Did you remember to bring the doughnut?” I told him no, but that I had remembered the eclair, winking at him.

“Come here sexy boy… I want to take off your clothes,” he said in that husky voice that I had come to adore.

“Please, Savvas can we not just keep our clothes on?” I almost begged.

“Why? Have you become shy all of a sudden?” He walked towards me, undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. “Do you like what you see?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

I grabbed his underpants and pulled them down in a single movement. I knelt before him to take the half-erect cock between my lips. “Not so fast pretty boy. Give a man a chance,” he said.

He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Then my pants, jockey, shoes and socks followed. I took off his shirt and we stood looking at one another’s naked bodies. He sat down on one of the blue chairs, spread his legs and beckoned me to come and sit on his lap. His love muscle was hard as a rock. When I came near the chair I turned around, his hands came up and cupped my naked buns. His one finger started feeling my ass and I nearly shot my load. He caressed my body with his other hand, gathered some of the pre-cum from my throbbing cock, and smeared it on my hole. His finger slipped in. My body was on fire. He slowly lifted me higher until I felt that lovely juicy pole at my back door. I sat down slowly and allowed it to slip into my waiting body. When I felt his pubic hair against my ass, I could not help giving a sigh of delight.

We were both shaking with lust when the large clock in the hall started chiming midnight. The telephone started ringing. We got up together and walked to answer the call. He held me tight and picked up the handset.

“Hi! This is Savvas. Oh! Thanks Tineke for calling,” he said, holding me even tighter. “Yes! Yes! We are enjoying ourselves. Merry Christmas to you also!”

He held the phone to me. I blushed and stammered a few words. He was playing with my cock and nibbling at my ear. Then Anton was on the line saying, “What are you doing?”

I told him, “nothing in particular,” and Anton laughed.

“Why are you so out of breath? Is that hairy Greek giving you something, big brother?”

Trying to keep my composure, I said “Don’t be rude little brother!” He laughed again.

“Oh! Come on, Chris! Admit that you are on the point of cumming.” He wished us a Merry Christmas and disconnected. At that moment the volcano erupted - glob after glob of cum spurted. As Savvas reached his climax he withdrew from me, turned me around, and held me close to his shaking body as his love juice cemented us together. We fell to the floor, kissing and hugging.

We shared our memories of that warm, sultry, starlit night of two years ago in Africa. I got up, walked to the tree, and brought back the bottle of Hugo perfume with the three sprigs of lavender. He looked up at me, smiled, and took the bottle. Two tears formed in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. It was the first time I ever had seen him cry.

“You are so special. You make me so happy. That is why I love you”, he said while brushing away the tears.

He got up and fetched a small velvet box from under the tree. Inside was a beautiful gold and silver ring. He took it from the box, took my right hand, and placed the ring on my fourth finger. This was the European custom for an engagement. On the Wedding day, the ring is moved to the left hand.

“Next year, we will move it to the other hand,” he lovingly said.

We could hear bells tolling in the distance. Outside the snow fell softly. It was a perfect Christmas.

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