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Subject: The Christmas Ornament STORY SYNOPSIS: A youth receives an odd gift from an elderly relative, a small Christmas ornament of a toy soldier. Left alone at home, he pretends the soldier is real, and the soldier comes to life to spend the holiday with him, caring for him and loving him the rest of his life. THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT By [email protected] WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM “Ooh, look, a present for you from my Great Uncle Jake.” my mother said to me as she handed me the box. It was made of some dark-toned wood, small and rectangular, about an inch by an inch by two or so inches in length, and looked very, very old. “For me?” I took the gift with amazement. It was opened already. “Should I put it under the tree?” “No, no, I looked at it, and you should open it right now.” Mom assured me. “Go ahead, he said he was going to give it to you one day, I know, back when you were a baby.” I knew my Great Uncle Jake, and he had been a family benefactor for as long as I could remember. My mother was a single mother and he had given her lots of money for my babysitters, but on my birthday four months ago, my mother had declared that I was now old enough to stay alone by myself until she got home, and we needed the money more for the rent anyway. I knew that she actually used that money to go out on dates and on pretty clothes, but it was okay, it made her happy, and no boy wants some old lady he doesn’t know sitting in his home and telling him what to do, usually to change the channel or bring her a drink of iced tea or such. I got enough of that at school! I opened the box and looked at it, puzzled. “A toy soldier?” I asked. “No, no, baby, it’s a Christmas ornament. Hang it on the tree and you’ll see.” I did, walked over to the TV set and hung it on the Christmas tree sitting atop it, a small two-foot plastic thing we decorated and it was really too large for an ornament but it was hung there. I studied it, puzzled. Why would my Uncle give me this silly thing? It showed a soldier of some long gone era, he wore a short vest-like overjacket with long sleeves, all of it in green with black trim with a military seal over his left breast, the shirt was one like a pirate would have worn in a movie, with oversized arms at the sleeves, but the rest of it was skin-tight, including the red leggings or pants, I wasn’t sure which. The hat was tall like a hat worn by Abraham Lincoln but without a brim and bearing a white flower on the top of it sticking up at the very front straight up, and the legs had a white stripe down the outside of each leg, and the boots were up to mid-calf and black. There was gold swirls and decorations on all of these items and he wore a sword of gold at his right side, one with a slight curve to the blade. “How do you like it?” Mom asked me. “It’s nice.” I said. “It’s beautiful. I used to admire it but he would never let me touch it, said it was bad luck to be touched by anyone but its owner. We can keep it here and have it hang on our tree for as long as its up and then we can put it away for safekeeping….” “No.” I said to that last. “It’s mine, I want to keep it with me.” “Honey, it’s so delicate. You don’t want it to break or fall off your bed.” “I want to keep it with me!” I declared. Mom was dubious but said, “He gave it to you and it belongs to you. But if it breaks, don’t come crying to me.” “I won’t.” I promised and watched her get dressed and go out the door. She was busy at work at a department store, she could get all kinds of overtime between Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. She made me promise to be a good boy and I agreed and she went out the door, reminding me not to touch the ham, it was for our dinner that night. I went back to the tree and looked at the soldier. I was studying his face. He had a square jaw and a regal bearing, and small dots of blue eyes and little triangles of dark brown hair at his sideburns and in a small arc below the hat. I looked at him and sighed and thought that this was the kind of man that I wished would one day become my new Daddy. Mommy had brought home any number of men to spend the night with her and none of them were as strong, as handsome or as kind-looking as this small porcelain ornament. He was the perfect man, honest, dedicated, caring, I could feel all of that looking at this ornament. No wonder Great Uncle Jake loved it, I knew my great uncle liked men instead of women, though he never showed me any of that, and I think he decided to give me this ornament for that reason. “Hello, Mr. Soldier.” I said to the ornament. “My name is Richmond, but you can call me Richie. I would like you to be my new friend.” Maybe it was the light but I saw the ornament smile at me, and there was a sort of nod it gave me. He had agreed. “Oh, you are my friend.” I said to him. “I’m glad because I’m so lonely all the time. My school is out for the holiday and we won’t go back for two whole weeks, after the first of the new year and I don’t have anyone to play with. Would you play with me, Mr. Soldier?” Again, the reflections showed me his smile and nod of agreement. I didn’t dare take the ornament off and use it like a toy, but I had the way he looked and I made him into my pretend playmate, he was with me in full adult size and he and I played that day, he chased me through the rooms as we played tag, his long legs meaning he caught me easily though I could trap him against the corners. He would laugh, I pretended and konyaaltı üniversiteli escort then pick me up and swing me in the air. The more we played, the more I felt him as being real, when I pretended he swung me in the air, I giggled as if I were in his arms, his strong, kind arms, being swung about and then sat down and him kneeling and hugging me and I hugged him back with his strong arms around me. Done with my play, panting, I sat and looked again at the ornament and it seemed to me that he was grinning with his happiness. “Oh, Mr. Soldier, I’m so happy to have you with me.” “Call me Patrick.” the ornament told me. “Huh?” I looked at the tree but he couldn’t have talked. More of my pretend world. “All right, Patrick. I love you, Patrick.” “I love you too, Richie.” “Please don’t ever leave me, ever!” I asked me. “Never.” he promised me and I grinned and reached up with my face and kissed the little ornament on its small lips and they felt warm and real to me. I licked my lips and went to the kitchen to fix myself my little lunch. A peanut butter sandwich and milk, all that we had in the house right then, Mom would go shopping again soon and we’d have some ham or bologna for sandwiches for a few days after that. But she was awful busy these days and it might take a while. I’d remind her tomorrow, I decided, if she didn’t pick up anything. But when I got to the kitchen, I stopped, surprised. I had a lunch waiting for me! A bowl of hot soup, a sandwich of some kind of meat (not any of Mom’s ham) and a big glass of milk and a smaller one of orange juice. “Where did this come from?” I asked. “I made it.” said Patrick, but when I looked behind me, I didn’t see anything. No matter, the meal was real and I sat down and ate it all. Done, I felt sleepy. I passed by the tree and said, “Thank you, Patrick, for making me lunch. It was very good. I’m going to take a nap now.” “Mind if I join you?” he asked me. I smiled. “I’d like that. I don’t like to sleep alone.” I said. I went upstairs and when I got there I stopped in surprise. Standing in my room was Patrick, himself, in the flesh, full-sized and handsome. “Glad you got here, Richie.” He said to me with his smile. “Are you ready to get in bed?” “You bet! I said. Patrick smiled and reached for his sword, took it off along with the belt, and set it beside the bed on its tip, leaning against the wall. He put his hat on the side table and his hair was lush and wavy and cut to a conservative hairstyle. He then took off his jacket and sat on the bed to remove his boots. That was when I jumped up onto the bed and kissed his cheek, and it was strong and warm and smelled lightly of some deeply musky cologne or perhaps it was the smell of a man who rides a horse many times, the smell of horse sweat and leather seeps in to the man’s body and the musk is there. He held me as I hugged him and said in strong but broken words, “Please, Patrick, don’t ever leave me! I’ve been so lonely!” “I’ll never leave you.” He promised me. “Never until the end of time.” He kissed me and I felt my world swirling and the room seemed to take on a light of its own. I felt into the shirt which he had undone and his muscled body was smooth and clean and felt glorious under my hand. His kiss was more than that of a doting father, it was the kiss of a man who was promising his eternal devotion and strength and desire. He let me slide the shirt off his powerful shoulders and his skin was the deep tan of a man who had lived and worked and delighted in the sunlight of summers and I looked out at the snow hitting the window and wished the white and gray were instead the blue and green of this man’s heritage. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and then let me do the honor of removing his boots and socks for him, the leggings turned out to be held in place by straps across his feet and he bade me to slide them back behind his heels and then he stood to push the leggings down his body. I jumped to me own feet at his side and slid my shorts off and was naked and bounced on the bed. He had a pair of white undershorts, not boxers but something a bit more substantial, and these he slid from his slender hips and stood before me nude and powerful. “Ah, you’re the godchild of your uncle Jake, I can see.” he told me. “You have his bearing when he was a bairn and he and I played as you and I played in his day.” “You knew my Great Uncle Jake?” I asked. “Aye and I have known your family for nigh on to three hundred years.” he agreed. “They pass me on from one to the other when their own days are numbered and so I continue to care and watch for them as I promised your original ancestor, Sean O’Malley, who was my comrade at arms in the Third Regiment.” “Back in Ireland?” I knew something of my family ancestry though I myself was only about a third Irish thanks to more than one part-Irish ancestor. But I had my roots in the Emerald Isle. “But how could you be here now?” I asked as he sat with me on the bed, and I held the covers so he could lie beside me. “Three hundred years?” “A bit of the Little Folks’ magic one Christmas Day when I was forlorn, kneeling by the side of my dearest friend, your ancestor Sean, as we abided at the regimental base in County Cork and he was stricken by the fever. He asked me with his last breath to promise to care for his family and I swore I would. Someone of the kurtköy escort Little Folk must have heard for they enchanted the ornament of a wooden soldier and I became what you were given, as long as that ornament resides within the family, I belong with you and I belong to you, to protect and serve you as I can.” “I love you.” I said as I gripped Patrick’s strong, powerful nude body in the bed. He gripped me back and moved and I felt his erection brush my leg just above the knee. I looked at him and I knew how this bond was meant to be confirmed. I felt his hand move over my leg and I reached and I grasped his organ and felt its warmth and its firmness and its passion, and I moaned and my lips met him again not as a child but as a lover. His hands lifted my upper leg so that he could feel with his fingers to the nexus between and he reached up to fondle my testicles, which felt wonderful, then trailed down the seam-like frenulum that divided the balls in two, and traced it all the way up to my anus where he found and traced delicately around the small tucker. As I moaned, he found its center and his finger pressed to slide in to the central area, the sphincter flinching at first, then giving way to his insistent finger. I moaned and somehow I knew what I should do and I wormed down to kiss his strong muscled body and taste the gloriously leather-flavored flesh, and he moaned as I squirmed around to let him keep his finger buried in my ass and the tip of his finger found a small bump in my body and it stroked it and I was the one who was moaning them, that touch felt glorious! I was enthralled by the feel and the flavor and I traveled about on his body getting lower and lower and I happened upon rather than reached his tower of male glory and I slid my mouth up it and he moaned and his fingers pulled back to be replaced by two of them side by side and probing my anus open wider and wider. I slurped the joyous juices of the glans that reeked of sweat and musk and oil and male scent all in concentrated proportions and my young body thrilled as I slid the bulb of the head into my lips and suckled it fully then slid down further on the strong prong, and Patrick’s free hand tapped onto the top of my head and gently urged me to take it deeper and deeper. I found my body developing quickly talents I had never known, my ass began to welcome the fingers of Patrick’s probing and he soon added a third finger. Meanwhile, my mouth not only took his rather massive dong all the way to the furry base at the testicles, but lavished it with a thick coat of my saliva all the way. “Ah, boy, you’re a youngster after my own heart.” sighed Patrick. “You are as talented as I was when I was young back in Kilkenny, and the soldiers came to our town and I roiled in the bed with many a bonny and boisterous lad of the corps. I met Sean that way and followed him into the Guard, and we were inseparable for all our days, ah, I miss him so, but you have his eyes and his bearing and his ways, I’ll love you as you are and ask no more of you than that.” He rolled me over onto my back and his hand still held my one leg up high. “Now is the time of our joining and if the journey is rough you’ll find the destination is well worth it. Now I’ll aim my manhood at your hole of delight and if you find it too hard to take, say the word and I will abide until you are stronger.” “Take me as you would.” I sighed. “I can’t imagine not loving it.” He was true to his word, his body moved above me and he held me steady as he introduced his cock to my ass, and the thick layer of saliva I had laved onto it was helpful, but the thick shaft stretched me all at once everywhere and that had its own resistance to overcome, I gasped once or twice and Patrick loyally stopped and held me as I flexed my ass muscles and the resistance would ease and he would resume his inner drive to consume me completely. At last he sighed as I felt the velvety touch of his scrotal sac against my buttocks and he said, “Now I have pushed into you completely. Say when I can begin to move and as I do to make your world be born anew.” “Oh, oh, oh!” I murmured and he touched his forehead to mine and I felt his urgent need. “I can hardly wait but I feel so full that I fear if you move I shall be torn apart!” “Never fear you will be whole when I am done, and more than whole, for our joy will increase your soul to encompass mine within you. I am a part of you and will always be, and when we are done you will know that for a certainty.” I felt my body thrill to those words and my body reacted by relaxing and I said, “Oh, take me now, for I am all yours!” “I shall and with gratitude.” Patrick breathed and his masculine breath on my face was intoxicating. I watched his eyes as he moved his hips to slide his muscled prong up and out and then to plunge it back in again. I felt a major thrill rush through my body on his reentry and I gasped, threw my head back and open-mouth I moaned and he groaned and then his lips met mine as he pulled back out again. He began to move his body with a regular, steady motion and every push and pull of his dong in and out of my ass was a thrill all anew and I was in a rapture from the unending bliss of this movements. His own body was a muscled source of all blessings and I saw his face softened by his desire and delight and I knew that he was giving me all of himself as he fucked my ass, and that I could depend upon him not ankara kurtuluş escort only now but forever after, and I moaned as he moved and the sweet joy was a major power that drove him faster and faster. I felt so much ecstasy rising in me that I reached up and my fingertips clawed at his back to hang on to him and he gasped at the pain of my fingernails digging into his flesh and he gritted his teeth and bore it and only fucked at me the harder. “Oh, oh, I’m feeling so strange!” I gasped as Patrick as he moved atop me and inside me. “I feel like I’m going to burst apart!” “It’s the glory of the joining you feel.” He gasped in his turn. “I feel it too, but understand it more. Let it take you and we will climb the heights of bliss together.” “Oh, oh, oh!” I groaned as he thrust at me with rapid movements that shook my very core. I felt my body rising within me like a beast bursting forth from the ground and I moaned and shook and groaned and my brain exploded with incredible lights of pleasure. “OHHHHHHH!” I nearly yelled in my delight. “Ah, I’m coming myself, lad.” he groaned. “Steady yourself for I am a powerful shooter and the load you take will be a large one for a little one such as you. I’m coming now, OH, AHHH, AHHH-HAAAAHHHH, GUH-HUUUUNNNNNKKKKHHH!” He had not lied to me about it, he pumped into me a lush load that filled my small bowels to bursting and more, it spurted out of my ass around me and splattered his own groin luxuriously as he moaned and hammer-fucked me in his passion, heedless of my needs for this brief period and until it had passed, he was an animal caught up in rut and he did not let up until his balls had emptied themselves into me and upon himself in turn. Done, he slumped down onto me and held me and murmured that I was the best of all possible boys and he was lucky indeed to be the way he was so that he could enchant and delight the boys each in their turn and raise them to manhood and beyond, sharing their lives to go back over and over again and do it the more. He and I slept a time and he roused and again we made love, this time he suckled my balls and prick while I feasted upon his own rod and I drank the hearty spooge he shot into my mouth and throat and he delighted upon it and then we slept a bit more and then, satiated, we rose and he and I played again, this time in a more corporeal way, until the time came for my dinner. In place of my can of spaghetti which I would heat up in a pot on the stove, I found and fed upon a large plate of beef and hearty vegetables and a thick slab of good bread and drank a soft mead he had, it had in it a bit of alcohol but not enough to intoxicate even a boy of myself, and it was good and I fell asleep again upon the living room rug. Mom came in late that night and found me that way, and roused me. “You’ve been a busy boy haven’t you?” she said to me. “Have you had your supper yet?” “Yes, Momma.” I said. “I didn’t have time to go to the grocery store but I will make time tomorrow.” She promised me. “You can manage on peanut butter and canned spaghetti for two days in a row, can’t you?” “Sure.” I said and smiled at the shining delightful ornament. My life from that day on was myself and Patrick and when the holiday was over, I took the ornament and put it in my room, hung upon a nail on the wall. Mother permitted this, and I had hoped Patrick would continue to show up, but the magic was gone. Christmas came around again and I took the ornament down and put it on the tree and hoped. And yes, Patrick came to me again and shared my holiday once more. He would show up when we put up the tree (though I couldn’t put it up too soon, a few weeks before Christmas at most) and he would go away again after the fifth of January every time, the last of the “twelve days of Christmas.” I wished he could share all my days but this was better than no lover at all. Patrick and I thus shared our Christmases until my college days. I had taken him with me to the dorm and hung him on the wall so I could look at him when I felt lonely or afraid. It was my last year of college and I was with my friends enjoying the last days of our college and about to graduate, when it happened. A friend threw a ball at me, I missed the catch and the ball struck the wall right where I had hung the cherished ornament, and it shattered with a heart-breaking noise of broken crystal. I was desolate as you can imagine, and I gathered up the pieces and transferred them to the small wooden box where it had lain before coming to me. I resolved to take it back to County Cork and find my ancestor’s grave. There I would bury Patrick with Sean to sleep with him from now on. I found it without too much trouble, for the Irish take pride in their history and I came at last to the place where my ancestor’s grave still stood. By chance, it was approaching Christmas once more, and this would be the first one I’d had without Patrick. I dug a little hole, put in the box, and covered it up, wiped a tear from my face and stood up, brushed the dirt from my hands. Then, I heard a voice. “There you are, Richie. I’ve been waiting for you.” I turned around. “Patrick!” He was standing there large as life. I flung myself into his arms and let anyone watching me hug a man in an old Irish military uniform go ahead and watch. It was Christmas time once more, and for me, Christmas now would never end. [This story is a sample from my book “A Stranger in My Bed” available for sale only at my website, the URL is below. The book contains illustrations for all stories as well. This story has been modified slightly, in ways that do not affect the storyline overall, in order to comply with Nifty’s guidelines for publication.] THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-mail the Author at [email protected] WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

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