Damn. Another Christmas alone. I was sitting in my apartment, a glass of eggnog on the table next to me, Christmas songs softly playing on the stereo, and a fire in the fireplace. December 24th, Christmas Eve, and while all my friends were comfortably celebrating with their lovers, wives and families, I was home with nothing to do but open a few presents I'd received from my buddies at work, jack off, and go to bed.

I hadn't planned to spend this Christmas Eve alone like all the others, most of my plans had involved inviting one of the gorgeous studs I'd been grooming for the past month over from Stud Corral. Three different men, Mark, Sam, and Eric, you'd think that one would be available. Mark unfortunately had his family in from Fresno, Sam was expecting his lover in the Navy to return home, and sweet little Eric, whose body was perfection and so understanding, already had a date!

The apartment above me had also made big plans for the holidays. Jerry and his wife Pam were newlyweds and had just moved in six months ago. I had been watching them as they passed by my front window, carrying in suitcases, boxes, etc., and decided to help the good looking stud that kept passing by. I helped him move all the furniture in, and then we took a beer break together. I told them about myself, both Jerry and Pam were quite comfortable about me being gay, and they welcomed me any time up to their place, "except," Jerry said with a masculine wink at me, "after our lights are off." We all laughed, Pam blushing a little, and in a short while I left.

We saw a great deal of each other in that month, Jerry came by from time to time to talk "man" stuff with me, while Pam came down to discuss cooking tips and exchange recipes with me. I became quite fond of them, and had them over for dinner often. They reciprocated with marvelous company and small, short parties that were very enjoyable. The few times I'd bring a trick home, they'd know, and the next day ask me about him.

"So, Mike," Pam would start, "how did you and your buddy hit it off last night?"

I'd smile, then say, "Pretty well, Pam. He was really good looking and quite an accomplished lover."

"Think he's as good as me?" Jerry would ask, and we'd all laugh about it.

"I don't know, Jerry," I'd say with a seductive look at him, "we've never met at any bar so far. Hey, Pam, what do you think?"

She would laugh and say something like, "I don't know either, Mike! Want to give me your buddy's phone number? I'll try him out and tell you!"

Two weeks before Christmas Eve, I was talking with them about my plans. They were all excited about their first holiday together, and wanted to know how mine had been.

"Well, not great. Usually I'm at home alone, the TV and my cat to keep me company."

Pam and Jerry looked at each other, both with a funny look passing between them, and then Jerry said, "We will probably go over to my mom's house first, and then travel to the various friends' places to sing Christmas carols. When we get home, we'll probably just slip into more comfortable clothes and sit before the fireplace."

Pam nodded and took my hand, "If you want to come with us, I'm sure there's plenty of food and everyone would be glad to meet you."

I thanked them and told them how I'd set up the evening, how one of the three studs would be available and I'd probably be face down in the mattress (with any luck) by midnight. They laughed and congratulated me on my foresight and planning, and we began to talk about other things.

I returned to my apartment, got myself and apartment ready for a date, and then noticed the flashing light on my answering machine. I listened to the first message, from Mark, apologizing for not calling me sooner, but he'd had his family in town and, because he wasn't out to them yet, was playing it cool. Unperturbed, I listened to the second message, this time Sam cancelled out on me, excitedly telling me that his lover had called and that Sam had to meet him at the bus depot at six that evening. Lastly, sweet little Eric had called to tell me of this hunk he'd found at the Cockpit and how this guy was taking him out so that he wouldn't be alone.

I fixed myself a strong drink and sat on the couch, unhappily seeing another Christmas Eve shot to hell. Cranking up the stereo, I sat and drank, barely listening to the music. I suppose I had drunk about three rather potent mixtures when I heard the door above close and the footsteps down the stair from the apartment above me. Soon there was a knock on the door, and when I opened it, there stood Jerry and Pam, dressed to go to their in-laws house. One look and Pam summed it up, "No date, right?" I nodded blearily and she gave me a quick kiss and hug. Jerry walked right up to me and gave me a big hug. We looked at each other a moment longer, and then, with a whispered, "Merry Christmas," they walked away.

I have always believed that getting drunk never solved anything, and with that thought finally rising to the surface of my addled brain, I stopped drinking and brewed some coffee, just in case anyone showed up. After four hours, I had jacked off to my videos, read a few pages of some gay novel, and was so bored with television that I just decided to go to bed. As I was going around the apartment, turning off lights, there was a knock on my door.

Naturally, I thought, just when I'm ready to go to bed, I get a visitor. I opened the door and Pam stood there, a red envelope in her hands. Before I could say anything, she planted a big kiss on my lips, handed me the envelope, and walked rapidly towards the parking lot.

Mystified, I closed the door and opened the envelope. Inside were a key and a brief message. It said, "We left a present upstairs that we think you will like that both of us want to give to you. Here is the key to the apartment. Merry Christmas, Mike!" It was signed by both Jerry and Pam.

I thought it was somewhat funny that Pam hadn't brought my gift downstairs on her way out, but I figured that perhaps they hadn't wrapped it or some such thing, so I left my apartment and went upstairs. The door was indeed locked, and I used the key provided, opening the door quietly and closing it behind me.

From where I stood, the kitchen and living room was dark, except for Jerry and Pam's Christmas tree alit in the corner of the apartment. A quick glance told me that nothing was in either of those rooms. The only other light was softly spilling from a closed door at the end of the hallway, which was the bedroom. I followed the light and stood quietly a minute, then opened the door.

The room was softly lit in the cheery glow of many candles, a cluster on the dresser, the nightstands, and in sconces over the bed itself. Off to one side of the bed, in a silver stand, was a bottle of chilled white wine, with two stemmed glasses on the nightstand waiting to be filled. The rest of the room was bare, save for the bed, on which a naked man lay. His face was turned away from me, his chest quietly rising and falling as he slept. Bright red ribbons crisscrossed his furry, muscled chest, his shoulders, his thighs, and across his pecs. A big red bow with a corkscrew was tied directly over his crotch and little card was attached. I pulled off the card and read the inscription: "Mike, Jerry and I thought that this would be a good Christmas present for you, please enjoy and accept it with our mutual love. Signed Pam and Jerry."

I put the card down and sat carefully on the side of the bed, which woke the stud on the bed. He turned his head so that his face was visible in the candlelight, and I saw that it was Jerry, his eyes and lips welcoming me with a big smile. "Aren't you going to open your present, Mike?" He looked encouragingly at me as my hand moved slowly to his crotch, lightly over his upper thigh and finally came to rest upon the corkscrew. I undid the bow that was tied there, and pushed the ribbons away from his equipment. He reached behind him for the wine bottle and gave it to me, then retrieved the glasses and held them while I poured. His cock, still soft, was a good thick one, and I had incredible visions of what it looked like hard. His balls were the size of hen's eggs and complemented the thick cock.

We toasted each other and drank a glass quietly, and then Jerry looked at me and said, "Mike, are you going to get out of those clothes anytime soon?" I looked dumbfounded at him and he laughed. "You'll enjoy your present much better out of them." With that, he reached over and started undoing the buttons of my shirt with one hand, while the other lazily stroked my thigh. He pulled my shirt off, and then leaned over to remove my shoes. His muscled butt pointed up into the air, and in the mirror behind him the furry pucker of his asshole was staring me in the face as he pulled one shoe off, then the other. He sat back and then his hands got busy opening my pants, pulling them carefully from me and whistling when my own hardening cock popped into view.

"Say, sure looks as if you like your present so far, Mike!" After he'd removed my clothing, he took the now empty glass from my hand and then drew me close to him. I came out of my disbelief as he began to kiss me, alternating between that and nibbling upon my earlobes.

"Jerry, are you sure you want to do this? What if Pam comes back?"

Jerry gave me a big hug, pressing my chest into his furry one, and said, "Don't worry, Pam and I want to do this for you, and she decided to go stay with her family for the evening so that you could enjoy your present." He laid back and smiled at me. "Go ahead."

I ran my hands through his fur, squeezing the hard pecs and feeling the ripples of his abdominals. He all but purred as I stroked his thick arms and legs, lingering on the hard muscled inner thighs that led to the Promised Land. I looked up at him and, after a smile and nod, reached out and grasped his cock.

I moved closer to his crotch, my mouth moistening with desire as I pressed my nose into his soft dark pubic hair. He'd showered quite recently, for the only smell was that of deodorant soap leaving a fresh and clean scent. I nuzzled my way down over his meat to his large balls and slowly sucked the left one into my mouth. Jerry groaned as I worked his testicles and he grasped my head, pressing it into his crotch to show how much he enjoyed the 'service.'

With a fluid motion I released his balls and sucked his thickening cock into my mouth, pulling the meat forward until my chin rested against his ball sack. He groaned louder, and I felt his cock throb as it swelled in my throat. I gave Jerry a serious knob job, then pulled away as I tasted the first dribble of precum and lifted his beefy, hairy legs.

He moaned in delight as my tongue moved over his perineum and then his asshole as my hands pulled his hairy muscled ass cheeks apart. This area was also clean and fresh smelling, and when my tongue pushed inside the tight pucker of his hole, it was also clean and fresh. I looked up between his thighs and he nodded, settling back to enjoy the rim job. He must have wanted this, I thought, for no guy cleans his ass like this unless he wants that area in play. After I gave him my best rimming, he lazily pulled open the nightstand drawer to show me a box of rubbers and a high quality lubricant. I looked at him again and he nodded, rolling over on his belly and spreading his legs so that his now damp and ready asshole was visible to me.

"Mike, please go easy, I haven't been fucked in a very long time," Jerry said as he flexed his asscheeks and pushed up to let me have a better view. I stroked the hard muscles of his ass and then, deciding he'd not do this if he didn't want to, got the lube and applied some to his asshole, pushing it in with one finger as he moaned in pleasure.

I kept up fingering his asshole, entering him deeper and deeper until my finger arrived at his prostate, which I stroked to his utter delight. He'd adjusted himself so that his heavy balls and thick cock were also visible between his spread legs, and I could see the tremor in his cock as I pressed against his joy button, the dribble of precum with each press glistening in the candlelight and pooling on the bed. I pulled my finger out and discovered it was also clean, and then all my inhibitions were gone, for no straight man has ever willingly cleaned himself out before a date.

I lubed up and pushed in a second finger, then a third, then when Jerry's asshole felt loose enough for my cock I pulled on a rubber and then lubed it up. He was softly moaning on the bed, a real enjoyer of ass play and when I looked into the nightstand saw a number of dildoes that told their own story. I got into position and placed my cock against his quivering hole, then slowly, ever so slowly, pushed inside him.

I had thought that he'd resist, but my cock slipped inside him like a sword into a well made scabbard. When my pubes pressed against his hairy ass and our balls touched, I pulled back just as slowly until just my cock head was inside, then slowly re-entered him. Jerry was in heaven, his groans of delight offset by short yelps as I bumped into his prostate and started into a fucking rhythm. After we'd both gotten used to it, I pulled him up onto his hands and knees, knocking his legs a bit wider and getting my legs inside so that when I leaned over to grasp and fondle his thick hairy pecs I could have as much body contact as possible.

This went on for a good while, Jerry moaning in pleasure as I slipped in and out of his ass. In the back of my mind was a little guilt, mostly because now that I was inside Jerry, I sure didn't want to stop. Jerry didn't look like he wanted me to stop either, so I kept up the fuck, my body tingling with the sensations of his hard body below mine.

I decided that I wanted more of his muscled chest now, so I carefully pulled out and turned him over gently. When he was settled he pulled his legs up and I placed them over my shoulders, slipping my cock into his well-lubricated and warm asshole. He moaned again as I pressed inward, and then his cries were muffled as I planted my lips against his, sharing our mouths and tongues together as I got more body contact with his wonderful hairy chest. He reached up and pulled to towards him, and we hugged together tightly a bit, then he stroked my body as I sped up my fucking bit by bit until I felt the pressure in my balls build to ramming speed!

It's a good thing Pam and Jerry's neighbors were out of town, for we had that headboard smacking a hard tattoo on the wall in no time, Jerry's cries of pleasure as I brought us both closer to orgasm almost as loud as the slamming of the headboard. I adjusted us a bit and spread his legs wide to give me that little quarter inch more into him, which seemed to be his trigger. Suddenly, his asshole clutched around my cock delightfully, his pecs filled out, his nipples became almost painfully full and hard, and his abs turned into eight steel cables as he hovered for a split second in full pain/pleasure of his orgasm!

Full, thick ropes of cum flew from his cock to splash over his abs and chest. The cum was so freshly churned in his balls that it was easy to see the globs on his chest through his thick dark hair, and the sight (along with the now super tight tunnel I was inside of) set me off and I pulled out quickly, ripping off the rubber so that I could add my cum to his chest's collection. My jets tracked over his, almost perfectly following the trail through his chest hair he'd laid out with his jets. When I was done, Jerry sent me into an orgasmic spasm by grasping my cock and his and stroking them pressed together until I couldn't stand it any longer and collapsed on top of him.

We rested a bit, pressed together with me on top of him, until Jerry stirred and I rolled over to let him get up. He left and returned a bit later with dampened washcloths and some towels. He carefully and lovingly cleaned me up, and then I did the same for him, paying attention to the lightly crusted trails in his chest hair. When I started spending a bit more time on his pecs than necessary, he laughed and pulled me into a hug, saying that once the cum had dried like that, only a shower would remove it. He kissed me and reached across from me for the wine bottle, still chilled and refilled our glasses. I hadn't noticed it before (can't imagine why) but a covered tray was beside the wine cooler and from this Jerry revealed chocolate covered strawberries which he took and placed one at my mouth for me to bite. I marveled at this wonderful man (and his equally wonderful wife) who was such a loving and tender person, and reciprocated by giving him one of the strawberries. We ate and drank until both strawberries and wine were gone, then Jerry grasped my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. We showered together, playfully and purposefully playing with each other's bodies until we had soaped and rinsed every inch of our bodies three times, then we got out and dried each other off, again taking our time to stroke our muscled bodies carefully and lovingly. When this was done, we returned to the bedroom and changed the cum and lube soaked sheets with fresh ones, and climbed in again, snuggling together and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up, a bit foggy from the wine and good sex, and slowly realized I was in bed with my upstairs neighbor and wishing it would never end. God, he was so handsome laying there, his eyes closed and looking almost child like except he made a very hairy child. I guess he sensed me watching him, for he opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at me. "Good morning, sweetheart," he said as he rolled over and gave me a big kiss, "I hope your present was a good one last night."

I stretched and, smiling up at him, returned the kiss. "It was, thank you very much!" The kiss got a bit more insistent, and Jerry's hand moved under the covers to my thigh, where he stroked my inner thigh and gently bumped against my expanding cock. With a grin at me he dived into the sheets and as the hump in the sheets moved down my body, I felt his tongue and mouth move over my chest, belly and settle down over my crotch, sucking in my cock and giving me an incredible blow job while his hands slowly stroked my inner thighs and massaged my balls. Without much more than that I came, his mouth suctioning away the creamy jets without spilling a drop on the sheets. Soon he came back out of the sheets and smiled at me, I smiled back, and when my heart had slowed down a bit, I slipped under the covers to return the favor.

Jerry moaned in delight as I repeated my performance of last night, working his cock and balls carefully as I let my hands roam over his hairy muscled body. When his balls jerked like live things in my hand I knew that he was close, and sure enough, with a cry he let fly, his orgasm filling my mouth and I gulped hurriedly so not to lose any of it.

We relaxed a bit more, and then Jerry suggested a shower, which I thought was a great idea. We played in the shower a bit, but after the sex we'd had, it was more play then serious, and soon we'd soaped and rinsed off sufficiently to get out and dry off, again playfully drying each other's back before finishing up and, wrapping towels around our waists, leaving the bathroom to hunt for food in the kitchen.

Jerry found the fixings for a large breakfast, and began zipping around the kitchen, making eggs, bacon, pancakes and fresh squeezing orange juice. Along with fresh brewed and very strong coffee, we ate a hearty breakfast and then I reciprocated by cleaning up the kitchen so that Pam wouldn't be upset. Pam, oh yeah, my friend Pam...

"Um, Jerry," I started to say, preparing to tell him how guilty I just felt for fucking with my friend's husband. He stopped me, pulled out another envelope and handed it to me.

"Read this first, Mike, and I'll explain."

I opened the envelope and recognized Pam's writing. "Dear Mike, I hope you enjoyed the present that Jerry gave you last night. If you are feeling guilty in any way, don't, for I love both you and Jerry very much and I'm glad that the two of you feel love for each other. Jerry will explain further, but I want you to know that I have no problems with you and Jerry having a loving relationship." Pam had signed the bottom of this note with little hearts.

"I guess now its my turn," Jerry said, taking a sip of coffee and smiling at me. "Before we got married, Pam and I dated for a good three or four years, and during that time I knew that I'd found the girl of my dreams. What Pam didn't know was that prior to finding her, I had been living with the MAN of my dreams."

At my shocked look, he grinned at me and said, "I've been bi-sexual since I can remember, having both girl and boy friends in high school and in college. My parents understood that I had lots of friends, but Dad never really understood why both Margaret and Paul were always over and why Paul stayed overnight. I think Mom had a clearer idea of what was going on, but she never said anything to either Dad or I, and so when I graduated college, Margaret had moved on to another boy friend and Paul and I moved in together."

"I was hurt by Margaret's leaving, and Paul told me later that she decided she no longer wanted to 'share' me with him, which made me feel worse. After a few months, though, I submerged myself in Paul's love and we were together for a good three or four years until one night I came home and found that all of his stuff was gone from the apartment and a "Dear Jerry" note on the bed."

Jerry's eyes misted up at this and I reached out to grasp his hand. He patted it absently and brushed away the moisture at the corner of his eyes. "Paul had found himself another guy and had moved out. I must have wandered in and out of various bars and parks before one day I found Pam, sitting on a park bench and looking at me. She smiled and beckoned me over, and we started dating right away."

"I told her my story truthfully, that I was bi-sexual and that I also liked men, and she just laughed, saying that it was good we had that in common as well and from that time to before we moved in here, I have been faithful to her and she to me. When we moved here, Mike, I saw you leaving your apartment the first time for a run and you looked so damn sexy in your shorts and tank top that I told Pam about you. She looked at you as you ran off, agreed with me that you were one hot man, and we went on unpacking." He reached over and kissed me, still holding my hand, and then settled back into the seat.

"As we got to know you, Mike, Pam fell in love with you as well as I. You are not only a good person but have a true heart of gold with your friends and it hurt us to see you struggling this year with trying to get a little happiness on Christmas Eve. Pam was the first one to suggest it, and when she gave me her blessing, I couldn't get out of my clothing fast enough for you."

The apartment door opened at that time and Pam walked in, her hands full of presents and bags. "Hello, boys!" She laughed at seeing the two of us in towels and nothing else. "I see the present was a success?" Jerry laughed and got up to help his wife with all the bags and boxes, giving her a kiss and then taking the loot to the living room table. Pam came over to me and bent down to plant a kiss on my lips. "I love you, Mike. I want you to know that you and Jerry are the two men in my life and I'd never have it any other way."

I kissed her back and told her I loved her as well. Jerry returned and sheepishly suggested that we should probably get dressed, and Pam just laughed as we scurried into the bedroom to retrieve clothing. When we'd gotten dressed, I thanked them both again for the wonderful present and then left them for a bit of privacy. I returned to my apartment and thought, 'those are good people, I'm glad I know them. Too bad that was a one time gift.'

I started doing 'homey' things, sorting laundry, cleaning up my bar from the night before and generally picking up the place when a knock on the door stopped me. When I opened the door, Jerry stood there, a grocery bag in one arm and a shaving kit in the other hand. He grinned at me as he walked inside, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Pam driving off in her little red car.

"Jerry, what's going on?"

He deposited his grocery bag on the kitchen table and pulled out some foil wrapped things, ignoring my first question and shoving the food into the fridge. When he'd emptied the bag he carefully folded it up and put it aside, then grabbed his shaving kit and walked into the bedroom with it. I followed him, and was surprised to see him place it in the bathroom beside mine.

He turned around and gave me a goofy grin. "Well, Mike, you see, Pam thought that we needed some time to get to know each other better, and so she's spending the next few days at her parents. She also thought that you were a bit uncomfortable with her and so she wanted to give us "some room." He came closer and pulled me to him, hugging me tight as he whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, she loves you and wants you and me to be happy."

Jerry began to undress me, slowly and with great care, letting his eyes drink me in as his hands removed my clothing. My hands did the same to him, and soon we were both standing there, pants and underwear around our ankles and our shirts tossed to the floor. He kissed me, my mouth molding to fit his, and then he surprised me again by picking me up in his arms and carrying me to the bed.

"He he," he laughed as he set me down, "don't expect that too often, you're much heavier than Pam!" His face grew more serious as he helped me remove my shoes and rest of my clothing, then pulled his off until we were both fully naked. He settled beside me and began kissing me again, our bodies close enough together to feel our cocks hardening against each other.

I stopped him and said, "I don't understand, Pam is ok with you and me being lovers?"

He kissed me hard and said, "She wouldn't have it any other way. Before she left, she asked me if I had fallen in love with you and I told her that I had. She kissed me then and asked me if you were going to be my boyfriend, and I said that I'd hoped you would." Jerry began making light circles against my chest and then looked me straight in the eye. "You will be my boyfriend, Mike?"

I nodded, too choked up to say much, and he gave me the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. "Good, for then my wife, whom I still love very, very much and loves me at least that much, told me that she was glad I'd found the other half of my love and how much she loved you. She then told me I could spend the rest of the weekend with you and that she'd be back Monday."

I felt then that this was a good thing and that if Pam blessed it, then I was one lucky man. I think Jerry felt that way too, for we didn't spend much more time after that talking, but spent a lot of time getting to understand each other's needs very well. By the end of that weekend, there wasn't much left to be explored by either of us, and I knew that all would be well when Jerry, after fucking me long and hard, collapsed with a sigh beside me, a big grin on his face and with such a look of complete happiness that I knew I'd found my man and, in a completeness that still was hard to get used to, a loving sister that would keep my man happy in the other areas of his life. We settled into a deep sleep then, and as I drifted off, the best Xmas present I'd ever received snuggled beside me and held me in his loving arms.