A Christmas Memory (4 page)

Lying in bed later, remembering his smell, the strength of his arms, the feeling of his chest against mine, my dick plumped up. I thought about taking care of my rowdy cock, but decided I was too tired and that it would have to wait. I rolled over and quickly fell asleep.

* * * * *

The next morning I pulled into Adam’s driveway, as he had instructed the previous night. I was about to knock on his back door when it opened, and he invited me inside. Once again, he had coffee and more Danish, only this time cheese and raspberry, my two favorites
. Did he pay attention yesterday, or was it a guess that he got these two?

He had on a pair of olive-green coveralls, with a long zipper from the crotch to the neck. Just like yesterday, it was obvious he was wearing nothing underneath, his dick swinging freely as he moved about. There was a little chest hair showing at the top of the coveralls, about six inches below where his unshaved beard started on his thick neck. When he leaned over to get a roll of paper towels from a lower cabinet, the pocket opened up, to allow access to pants underneath, if there had been any. It showed his bare hip, exposing what was left of a Speedo-style tan line.

If this man only knew what he was doing to me, he’d rip me limb from limb, and do it with no problem whatsoever.

He looked me over, then went and got another pair of coveralls. Tossing them to me, he said, “Might want to put those on, otherwise you’ll get grease all over you.”

Unlike him, I put the coveralls on over my clothes, rolling up the sleeves and legs. Adam pulled my car into his garage, which thankfully was heated, and then popped the hood to take a look at the engine.

“Don’t know if you realize it or not, but you got a real classic on your hands,” Adam said, his head buried under the hood. “It wouldn’t take much to get her fixed up, and then you’d have a real beauty.”

“Really?” I was surprised, not knowing much about cars. “I only paid about a grand for it my first year in college. I thought I would trade it in on something newer next year.”

“I’d highly recommend against that,” he replied as he rose up, a smudge of black on the tip of his nose. “If you only paid a grand for it, and you put about that much into it again, maybe a little more, I think you’d have something worth about
ten
grand when it was finished.”

“What? You’re kidding, right?” I was flabbergasted.

“Nope.” He grinned. “These old Malibu Classics are very sought after. And considering its age, and the fact it isn’t in that bad of shape either, I’d say you could get a pretty penny for it if it were fully restored. If you wanted to sell it, that is. Personally, I’d hold on to it. Everything is still stock on it, which makes it even more valuable.”

“That’s hard to believe,” I commented, shaking my head.

“Come on, let’s head on over to the parts store,” he suggested. He almost clapped me on the back, stopping himself just in time.

I had to grin, but was glad that he’d stop.

True to his word, he taught me a good deal about the car, and by mid afternoon, it was running better than ever before. He also pointed out that I should get a lot better gas mileage now, and if I kept up the maintenance, it could last indefinitely.

Once back inside, Adam suggested that we both took a shower to remove the sweat and grease.

“Adam, I don’t want to take up any more of your time,” I protested.

“All I got is time, J.J. We can get cleaned up, order in some Chinese, kick back, watch a ball game and relax.”

“Um…Adam, I’ve never been much of a football fan,” I didn’t tell him I was clueless about the game.

“What?” His hand clutched his chest as if he were having heart palpitations. “The all American male pastime? Say it isn’t so, J.J., say it isn’t so!”

“Yeah…well, I never really had much time to…you know, to get into it, I guess.”

“You’re killin’ me here, J.J.” he exaggerated. “It’s settled then.” Taking me by the upper arm, he took me back to his bedroom. He sat me on the edge of his king-sized bed, pulled out a pair of pajama/lounge pants, a t-shirt and then handed me a towel. “Bathroom is right across the hall.”

I resigned myself that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so I did as he said. Leaving my clothes folded on his bed and the dirty coveralls on the floor, I wrapped the towel around my waist, and went and showered. When I was done, I put on the things that he’d given me to wear. Again, I had to roll up the pant legs, and the triple-x-sized t-shirt hung on my swimmers-build frame. Thank God the pants had an elastic waist or they’d have ended up around my ankles.

As I was hanging up the towel in the bathroom, Adam strolled in. “My turn!”

When I turned, there was Adam, buck-naked, his chest even more massive than I had imagined. His dark chest hair matched that on his head, as it feathered across his chest, and the arms that had held me the night before were larger than life. I couldn’t stop myself looking at his fat, meaty cock, dangling over low-hanging, hairy balls.

My tongue felt twice the size as normal. “I’ll get out of your way then,” I stammered, as I hurried from the bedroom.

I sat in his living room, shaken to the very core. I wanted this man more than I could ever remember wanting anyone before, but it was only just sexual, right? Holding my head in my hands, I tried to pull myself together, but that nagging feeling in my chest wouldn’t go away. I was having feelings for the big guy, and the alarms were going off in my head that couldn’t be ignored.

Before I could think any further, Adam came bounding into the room, dressed similarly to myself. “Come on,” he said, as he motioned for me to follow him. He all but bounced through the room. The man had such enthusiasm for everything, it appeared.

Opening a door, that I had assumed was a pantry or broom closet, he led me down a flight of stairs. “This is my man-cave,” he announced merrily.

The finished basement was almost the same size as the whole house upstairs. A huge flat-screen TV was on one wall, and an overstuffed sectional sofa opposite, a bar on one end, then a pool table and old-fashioned jukebox on the other. There was a framed college football jersey from the University of Alabama, with signatures all over it, and next to it was a Tennessee Titans NFL jersey, also framed. There was a display case filled with trophies, signed footballs and other memorabilia.

“Have a seat,” Adam said, pulling me back to the present.

“You played for the NFL?”

“I did until I blew my knee out, and had to retire after only one year.” There was no mistaking the hurt and disappointment he felt. Not only was it in his voice, but it also marred his handsome face as he spoke of it.

Not wanting to dredge up unpleasant memories, I sat down on the comfy sofa. He turned on the large TV with the remote and got us both a beer from the bar before sitting next to me, a lot closer than I would have expected.

Over the next hour or so, he explained to me the basic rules of football. We had a boatload of Chinese food, numerous beers, and before long, I felt myself fading. Somewhere along the way, I fell asleep.

Opening my eyes, fighting towards consciousness, I noticed I was looking up into Adam’s dark brown eyes, the golden flecks bright and sparkling. Blinking a few times, I realized my head was lying in his lap. Alarmed, I tried to sit up, only to be held in place by Adam’s over-sized hands.

“What’s it going to take, J.J.?”

Not understanding the question, or how I had gotten into his lap, I was close to panicking. Not knowing what to do or say, I did neither, finding it harder and harder to breathe.

“I think I’ve tried everything to get you to either make a move on me or at least come out to me, but you're so closed up in there,” he said, poking me in the chest with his forefinger. “I keep waiting for you to relax enough, but you never do. Won’t you let me in?”

There was no way this was happening. I had to be dreaming. With one arm, Adam lifted me, and then leaned over, his lips meeting mine. The kiss was softly tender, the lightest brush of our lips together. When he pulled away, letting my head rest on his lap once again, he stared at me, a questioning look on his face.

“I…I…” My voice sounded like a frog, locked in the back of my throat.

“Am I just not your type?” Pain, doubt and frustration crossed his face.

I blinked again, not believing this was happening. “I’m dreaming, right?” This was more for my benefit than his.

He pinched my nipple…hard. “OUCH!”

“That feel like a dream?” He smirked playfully, rubbing the pain away from my smarting nipple, as he waited for me to say something.

I was too stunned to say anything, so I reached up and stroked the side of his face, the thick stubble of his unshaven cheek feeling like sandpaper, which I found extremely sexy. I ran my thumb across his lips, feeling how soft they were, wanting to kiss him again.

As if he had read my mind, he lifted my head again, leaned down and kissed me, his lips plastered to mine, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth. There was no doubt this was real. His beard stubble was scratching around my mouth almost painfully. I didn’t complain.

I knew this kiss was different, more intense, but couldn’t figure out why. Not surprisingly, I wasn’t exactly taking the time to examine it right then. I was experiencing so many sensations all at once, that it was a bit confusing.

With a growl, Adam broke the kiss, and with unbelievable strength, pulled me into a sitting position on his lap, my legs straddling his. Staring at each other, face to face, he took my head in both hands and pulled me in for another earth-shattering kiss, this time sucking the breath right out of my lungs. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the muscles in his upper shoulders. His arms of steel circled my waist, holding me so tight water couldn’t have gotten between our bodies.

The kiss seemed to have gone on forever but when it finally ended, Adam said, “Damn, I’ve wanted to do that for years.” He smiled at me, his breath washing over my face and now-tender mouth.

“What?” Like a bolt of lightning, Adam’s words hit home.
What did he mean, years?
“I’ve only been here a little over four months.”

Adam’s face blanched, his eyes looking down.

I climbed off Adam’s lap, looking at him, knowing there was something else going on. Suddenly I wasn’t sure I was comfortable being there. I backed away from him. “Adam, what do you mean, years?”

With both hands, Adam rubbed his face before looking up to respond. “I saw you over two years ago, while I was taking a few of my players up to the University of Tennessee to check out the campus, to the college you were attending. I saw you in a gay bar there on campus. I don’t know if you believe in love at first sight or not, but I totally fell for you in that one night.” There was an almost pleading look in his eyes. “It was someone’s birthday party or something. You were wearing these tight-ass jeans, a blue tank top and you were so
hot
looking. I watched you all night long,” he continued, hurriedly explaining. “When you showed up here, it took me a while to figure out where I’d seen you before. I kept having this nagging feeling that I knew you, but couldn’t remember where from. However, J.J., I was attracted to you even then.” Then a confused look came over his face. “I don’t understand why you deliberately cover up your hot body, though. Why you dress the way you do. It's kinda weird, if you ask me.”

I ignored his last comment. “This is really freaking me out, Adam.” I had the feeling I’d been stalked. He got up and came towards me. I stepped back, not wanting him to get any closer. “So basically, you’ve known who I was all along?”

“No, J.J., I actually didn’t at first.” He was really pleading now. “It wasn’t until I saw you without your jacket on, and you had pulled your hair back that it hit me where I’d seen you before.”

“Is that when you started sitting closer to me during lunch?” Things started to fall into place for me at that point.

“Well…yeah. I guess so,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you say something then, Adam?”

“You were always so closed off, so quiet.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know if I was your type, or if you’d push me away if I came on too strong. I was trying to let you get to know me first. It was only after you’d gotten stuck with that whole Christmas thing that I was able to make a move without you freaking out.”

I stood there, staring at him in disbelief. He had the look of a whipped puppy on his face, his shoulders slumped over. I thought he was going to cry at any moment. I was starting to feel sorry for the guy, but was still feeling a bit creeped out.

“Please
,
J.J., just give me a chance. Get to know me a little,” he begged.

“Do you know how freaky this all sounds?” My own feelings were running the gamut of wanting to feel sorry for him, to wanting to punch him in the face. “Do you realize how this makes me feel? It’s as if you’ve been stalking me. Not to mention that until a few minutes ago I thought you were completely straight!” It somehow felt like he had invaded my privacy, and that was something I wasn’t used to. It felt very strange.

“No
,
J.J., it isn’t like that…well I can see where…oh hell, I don’t know.” He was rubbing his face again, his voice sounding tormented. “I’m no good at these types of things. I don’t know how…” His words trailed off. “I mean, what would you have thought if I’d just come out and told you or asked you out?”