CHRISTMAS LIES
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Woltan was looking about with wonderment at the myriad lighting about every house. Not to mention the other decorations, candy canes, Santa Claus, holly, angels and on and on. I had to smile as I watched him, his broad, handsome, robust face wrinkled in lines of wonder and delight. Woltan's first Christmas.
Oh, I'd known Woltan for longer than that, we had been lovers for over two years, but last Christmas, I was still back on Darian-4, in Woltan's village. Woltan's people had their own celebrations and own festivities, but they didn't have Christmas. No reason to expect that they would, even though Woltan was as human as you and me.
The mystery of the Seeders is of course the great question Mankind is facing. Nothing else would explain how, wherever we travel in outer space, on every planet amenable to Mankind, we find...Mankind. Humans who have lived there for time out of mind. None have yet been found with a technology higher than that of what would match up to our Middle Ages, which left the paleontologists struggling to decide if all their evidence of prehistoric Man on our own world meant Earth was the homeworld of Mankind after all (the "kidnapping" theory), or if it was parallel evolution at its most specific (those still holding out for those panspermia spores), or if those fossils they had found were just funny-shaped rocks after all.
Woltan's people wouldn't settle that question. They had some things in common with the Viking culture of the ninth century, but not enough to state that this was when the Seeders had snatched humans up. Humans are humans and they have to eat and sleep and stay warm, and Woltan's people did it sort of the same way the Vikings had, that's all.
I'd been there as an assistant to one of the anthropologists to study Woltan's people. I'd not been looking for love in all the wrong places, so to speak...but Woltan had been there, and he'd made himself first an acquaintance seeking to learn our language, then a friend I'd seen outside of the classes I was conducting, then my lover. I'd had my hands full convincing the team to let me bring Woltan back with me when my tour was over, but they'd finally decided that it was all right so long as Woltan simply stayed on Earth with me. Woltan was more than willing, our culture enchanted and dazzled him. The stars were alive with Men! Of course he wanted to come with me, even if it meant never seeing his home again!
What gay men on Earth had had to fight centuries to obtain, Woltan's people had grown up with as a part of their culture, any man who chose to be sexual partners with another man was, to them, just fine and dandy. My family was okay with my gayness, albeit a bit squeamish. I figured Woltan would be just the thing to push them over the edge into full acceptance, the man was all boisterous and friendly and open and kind-hearted and loving. Why else do you think I fell for him so hard?
Woltan and I had been on Earth ever since September, and now he looked, at least on the outside, like everyone else. His hair had been cut to current styles, his clothes were all from the stores and he knew how to wear them right, his language classes were such that his Darianish accent was nearly invisible, adding only a slight lilt to his speech. You had to know he was from Darian-4 when you looked at him...except for his childlike delight at everything there was about Christmas.
"All the lights, they are beautiful!" he gushed to me. "And the way they twinkle off and on, that is amazing!"
"Flash." I corrected him. "They don't twinkle, they flash, that is, they go out and turn back on very quickly. Yes, they are beautiful, and the idea is to imitate the way the stars twinkle in the skies."
"They do it very well." he agreed. "Like all the stars have come down to drape themselves about your houses."
"That's Christmas for you."
Woltan greeted my mother and father the way a Darianish man was allowed to greet his in-laws, that is, he gave them a big hug and a kiss. My mother and father were used to it by now, my aunts and uncles, not so much, but they all handled it, especially their children, who all thought that their Uncle Woltan was a great guy. He was well into the festivities, eating and drinking and praising the food and laughing and telling jokes that had everyone in stitches.
After the dinner, it was time for the presents. The kids were quick to race for the tree, and fishing about for their presents. A couple of my aunts were doling out the ones for the adults, and my cousin Sylvia, only six years old, asked my aunt (her mother) Marianne, "Mommy, which ones are the ones from Santa?"
"Oh, these are all from family, dear." Marianne answered. "Santa Claus won't bring his gifts for you until late tonight."
Woltan's ears perked up at this. "Santa Claus?"
"Of course." Marianne looked at me. "Jacob, didn't you tell your...friend about Santa Claus?"
"Sure I did." I said. I had...as a myth we told our children.
"When will Santa Claus get here?" Sylvia was worried. "If we don't get back home, how will he know to leave the gifts for us here?"
"He'll leave the gifts for you and you can find them in the morning when we get home, if we don't get there before then. Don't worry, honey, Santa Claus knows where you live, he'll leave the presents for you there, I'm sure."
"He will?" Woltan was surprised. "He will really leave you presents?"
"Of course!" Sylvia ran over and proceeded to bedazzle my lover with everything about Santa Claus. Woltan was listening to her with a look I wasn't used to on his face. He was puzzled and worried!
After all the presents had been laid out, my grandfather pulled out his copy of "Twas the Night Before Christmas" and we all gathered around for the reading. I managed to get next to Woltan again by this time and I whispered, "Are you all right?"
"I don't understand about Santa Claus." he whispered back to me.
"It's like I said, a story we tell our children."
"But they think he is real."
"Shhh!" I looked nervously at my nephews seated near us. "I know." I leaned in and said softly in his ear. "We all pretend he's real. For the children."
"Ayeh." Woltan said the Darianish version of "Oh!" Lapsing into his native speech told me he was lost in his thought.
The poem didn't end Woltan's puzzlement, it made it worse. He was agitated by the end of it.
"And did Santa come back the next year?" a niece asked my grandfather.
"Of course he did, Cherry." my Grandfather answered. "Santa always visits all the young children of the world. You know that."
"Yeah."
A cousin of mine, Trent, had to butt in. "And what about you, Woltan?" he asked, mischief in his eyes. Trent was almost twenty, and delighted in making trouble. "Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
Sylvia answered for him, thank God! "Of course he does! I told him about Santa myself!"
"Let's get you children into the playroom." my mother said. "We can let the grown-ups visit a little while, then it'll be time for you to be taken home in time for Santa to see that you're all tucked safely in your beds."
I breathed a sigh of relief when the young ones were all safely out of sight. I knew Trent wasn't going to let up. Woltan was prime bait for his jibes.
"So, Woltan." he said, luxuriating in his opportunity. "You really do believe in Santa Claus?"
"Trent!" I said. "Cut it out! Or I'll host the Darianish festival of Midsummer and you can find out what it's like!"
"What do you think about Christmas, Woltan?" My mother asked him. "It must have been something really special."
"There is something I don't understand." Woltan said. "Why are you all lying so much?"
"What was that?" my mother was astonished.
"You have to let the little children believe Santa Claus is real." I said quickly. "They'll find out the truth sooner or later."
"It's not just that." Woltan said and I blinked. "It's all the other lies you are telling."
"What lies are that?" I asked.
"You told me that Mark and Janice are divorced. But when Steven said something to Mark, Mark said he and Janice were still married." He was referring to a conversation piece at the dinner table. "And when Martha was asked about her job, she said that it was all fine, but you told me that she lost her job last month."
Woltan was opening cans of worms left and right here! I said, "It's Christmas, Woltan." I said. "Nobody wants to face those kinds of things during Christmas. So everyone tells little white lies to make everyone's Christmas as happy as possible."
"Then Christmas is nothing but a pack of lies?" Woltan asked my family throng.
"The nice kind of lies. Time enough for everyone to deal with the truth after the holidays are over." my mother said firmly.
"Ayeh." Woltan said, which sounded enough like "yes" to make everyone look away. Only I understood that Woltan was far from satisfied.
"I think it's time for me and Woltan to head back home." I said to them. "He's had more than enough Christmas for one night."
"You'll come back for dinner tomorrow?" Mom asked me.
"Of course." I assured her. "We'll be here."
And I led my Darianish lover away, worried and, well, a little bit mad at the same time. Christmas nothing but a pack of lies? I never made the least bit of fun at any of the Darianish rituals I'd seen and a couple of them had been odd enough to make it easy! And to pick on Christmas! I hadn't minded his bewilderment at Halloween and he'd had a Darianish equivalent to let him get through it, but Christmas...I mean, come on!
So we went all the way home in quiet and maintained that all the way home and after. Maybe the anthropologists had been right. Maybe Woltan would never fit into life on Earth. Maybe I'd done the worst possible thing, dragging him back with me. I should have stayed on Darian-4 and "gone native" instead!
I was undressed and in bed when Woltan came out of the bathroom. "Did I offend you tonight, Jacob?" He was standing there in all his muscled, hirsute beauty. Woltan refused to wear clothes (or let me wear clothes) in our marriage bed.
I had to smile. Honesty at all times was my policy, Woltan needed to know when he'd messed up. "A little. Christmas is a wonderful holiday, and calling it a pack of lies was a bit much."
I started to go on about this in more detail, then Woltan surprised me. "It is a wonderful holiday." he said to me. "I think it is the most wonderful holiday ever."
"You do?" I asked. "You didn't seem to think so earlier."
"That was because I didn't understand." Woltan assured me as he crawled into bed with me. "Now I do understand. And it is wonderful. I love it. I love that you showed me this holiday. It was the best night I have ever had."
Woltan's hand grabbed my cock at that point and the conversation got put on hold. Woltan is a terrific lover, but he tends to just sort of go at it without any prelude. His logic seemed to be that since we were married, I was his to fuck and suck whenever he felt like it. I woke up about every third morning with Woltan's hard cock in my ass and already fucking me. A sign of how used to him I'd gotten, that he could grease up and slide his cock into my butt and not even wake me up right away.
But this night, he had grabbed my cock and he was worming around to slide his head down to grab hold of it. I just kept quiet, therefore and waited for that magical moment, when Woltan's lips encircled my pud and sank down over it, because Woltan was a genius at taking my cock all the way down the first time, every time.
First there came a kiss on my glans, then a moist pressure of lips and then they locked on and slid over and down, wet warmth engulfing my prong, first the cockhead, and then the shaft, warm, warm, warm and down further and further!
"Ooh, oh, ahhh!" I sighed as Woltan reached the base of my dong and began to pull upwards. I wasn't small in that department by any means, I had eight-plus inches of cock and pretty big around as well, but that didn't slow Woltan down one iota. I envied him this talent even as his talented lips pulled joy out of my prong in bucketloads, for I knew what was coming next, sooner or later.
A shift of his lower body on the bed beside me and his cock stuffing itself in my ear. As a subtle hint, this wasn't anything like subtle! But at least I was used to it, Woltan was telling me even while he sucked my cock nonstop that he expected me to give as well as receive.
Well...this was the season to give! I pried his cockhead out of my ear (it had managed to jam in there pretty well, actually, it wasn't actually stuck in there, but I felt my skin pulling as his head pulled away, he'd gotten a bit of suction on it at least) and started worming over in the bed to lie on my side. Woltan's head rested on my inner thigh, and he nursed at my dong while I was working up my saliva and trying to transfer enough of it onto his own prod to let me take it in my mouth. Woltan's cock had a very fleshy sort of skin covering it, it seemed to soak up my saliva quite a bit before it would let it remain on top of the skin, lubing the way. Woltan was usually impatient with me at this time...he'd taken mine easy enough, seemed to be his logic, why couldn't I do the same for him? But tonight, he just laid there and let me get him all greased up and even when I started taking his cock, he didn't do any shoving. Just let me take my time until I could begin to give him some of what he was giving me.
And when he rolled us over so that he was on top of me and then let go of my cock, I resigned myself to being fucked by the cock I'd been working on. At least I had gotten a good bit of spit on it, Woltan didn't always wait for lubrication to be applied before shoving it in.
But with the covers thrown aside, I watched as Woltan's broad, hairy body moved to climb on top of me, but with his legs outside of mine rather than inside, and he was sitting on my stomach. I watched him in the dim light of the room with an astonishment approaching glory as he reached behind and grabbed my cock, now thoroughly soaked with his saliva, and guided it into his ass. I'd fucked Woltan before...but this was the first time he was giving himself to me like this, as opposed to me taking him.
As he wormed my cock into his ass, I gasped, "What's got into you tonight, Woltan? You've never done this before! Not that I'm complaining!"
"This is because it is Christmas." Woltan as his face bore a instant of pain and my glans popped into his sphincter. "I want to make everything perfect for you."
"Sounds good to me." I gasped as his body slowly slid down my cock's length. "It's that time of year, after all."
"Yes, that time of year." Woltan grunted as he fit more of my dick into his ass. "The most wonderful time of the year. I did not understand that until tonight."
"Yes, the most wonderful time of the year." I groaned. "Yeah, that's got it all." Woltan's ass was now resting against my pubic hair.
Woltan began to work his hips back and forth, a sideways slide on my stomach that worked my prod wonderfully in his ass.
"I didn't!" I gasped. "I didn't think you even knew! How to do this!" Woltan was showing a surprising talent.
"My first lover, he liked this." Woltan explained succinctly. "He wanted me to ride him like this all the time."
"Mmm, I can see why." I murmured as his body's movements sent waves of delight through my body.
Woltan's hand found my wrist and lifted my hand to his prick. "He would do this for me at the same time."
I wrapped my hand around that pud and began to flail at it. "I can do that." I said.
Woltan raised his head back and moaned and I felt his cock heating up. Woltan was getting close to climax! That in itself was incredible, normally I was the one beating him to the punch, and then having to bear with him to his own finish as best I could.
But sure enough, Woltan moaned and then his cock was spraying me with jizz and spraying me hard. I got wads in my face from his explosion, more than one and then he soaked my chest and rib cage with the rest of it.
Done, he sagged down on my body and I sighed. God, I'd finally turned him on so much that he came before me. And it was all thanks to Christmas!
Meanwhile, there was my own erection, still a good ways away from climax. I rolled him over and began to fuck my lover in the more usual style. Woltan clung to me with all the tenderness you'd expect from a young lover in an older one's embrace, holding me and letting me drive in and out of him as I would, not just enduring it but enjoying it even though his own orgasm was over and done with.
This was all in all an amazing shift in his personality and while I was more than pleased to take it while I could, I was also puzzled. He'd had such an odd reaction to it. First wonderment at the lights and decorations that had turned the entire city into a wonderland of beauty, then the party where everyone was behaving so kindly, he'd liked it enormously until he had noticed the lies that people were telling to avoid the unpleasantries that any life carries with it, and then it was like he hated the holiday entirely because it meant everyone was lying especially to children. But now it was like he understood it all and fell in love with it all over again, and that had made him feeling tender and affectionate toward me.
Woltan's ass began to milk at me as I thrust and I found myself lost in the joy of that extra pressure on my dong, I began to hump him harder and he joined me in the speed of my thrusts.
"Oh, oh, I'm coming, Woltan, I'm coming, I'm, oh, oh, ah-ah-ah!"
"Yes, yes, for Christmas, come for me, come for me!" Woltan crooned and his body began to move under me, forcing me to drive deeply into him at every motion of my hips, he was using his legs to make my body fuck him and in that frantic, energetic speed that shook the bed like a mad thing under us, I hit my climax and yelled out my joy.
"Oh, oh, for Christmas, yes, ah-AHH-AH-AHHH-AH-AHHHHHH!" and I creamed heavily into Woltan's ass, and he held me hard and tight and forced me to jet deep within him, myself panting and gasping and feeling dizzy and faint from the power of the orgasm, and then it was over and I was done, and with the ending of my ecstasy it was like I'd lost all my strength and I lay upon him, weak and limp, his hairy chest stroking mine as his own breaths moved us up and down, soft as the ocean but much, oh, much, much warmer!
"Oh, man, Woltan, I love you so much." I sighed against his warm body.
"And I love you and I love Christmas." he said to me just as softly.
"You understand Christmas now?" I asked, just idle conversation.
"I didn't at first and it was wonderful and then it was terrible. Now I understand and it is more than wonderful."
I wanted to be sure Woltan did understand. Before he started calling it a pack of lies again in front of someone who wouldn't cut him slack because he was Darianish or something. "Explain it to me, then." I coaxed him.
"Your people have set this time of year aside to create paradise for yourselves." was his surprising response. "You tell lies, yes, but that is only to let the paradise exist in all its glory. It is the world you want to make for yourselves one day and this lets you see for yourselves what it will be like when you make it. All the beauty, all the magic, all the kind and generous and loving people that will live in it. You make this real for a short time and that is why you lie, so your children can truly live in that paradise. That is Christmas, and that is why I love it."
I had to think about this one! Had Woltan truly figured out Christmas? Or was he on the wrong track entirely?
"Let us go to sleep now and tomorrow, we shall return to experiencing paradise a little while longer." Woltan said. "You have another day before we must let it all go, don't we?"
"Yeah." I agreed. And Woltan smiled and covered us both up and snuggled up against me tightly.
Does Woltan really understand Christmas better than I do, having experienced it all my life because I'd been living with it, or is he completely missing the point?
Do we truly tell lies at Christmas to build paradise? Or are we celebrating the paradise that lies within us all the time. What do you think?
THE END
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