Martin looked around the room and decided that everything was perfect. The tree was sparkling, casting a warm glow throughout the room. A cinnamon scented candle filled the air with a homey holiday aroma, and the greenery he had draped along the mantle added a nice touch of old fashioned Christmas atmosphere.
He glanced at his watch. Brian should be home from his trip in about an hour. Martin had been resentful that he had accepted an assignment that took him out of town at this time of year, especially one that wouldn’t allow him to return home until Christmas Eve. But it was not the time of year for conflict, so he decided that when Brian did get back, he would have a nice surprise awaiting him.
There was one more preparation to make in the living room. He reached into his shopping back and took out a big red bow. He peeled the protective paper off its base and stuck I firmly to the middle of the bedroom door. Below it, he taped the hand made sign he had prepared. On green construction paper he had attached a number of festive Christmas stickers; Santas, and snowmen and candy canes, and in big red letters, the message “Come In And Get Your Xmas Fuck!”
He stepped back and looked at his handiwork. He was sure that Brian would love it. He took one more look around the living room, then picked up his bag and carefully opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, closing the door carefully behind him. He dumped the bag’s remaining contents on the bed. He picked up the brand new tube of lubricant and stuck a green ribbon on it, then placed it on the corner of he bed. He repositioned two pillows to the center of the bed, stacking one on top of the other, and placed another pillow just above them on the bed. It all looked right, except for the large red bow that lay on the bed, but he wasn’t ready to position that yet.
He stashed the bag in the closet and quickly undressed, dumping his clothes out of sight in the hamper.
A pair of tall tapered candles stood on top of the dresser. He lit them, then turned out the lights. The flickering candlelight gave the room exactly the mood he wanted.
He kneeled on the bed and picked up the bow. With only a little difficulty, he managed to stick it to the small of his back. Once it was attached, he slowly lowered himself down over the stacked pillows. When he was comfortably in position, with his ass raised and pointed towards the door, he reached behind himself and draped he bow’s two trailing ribbons down over he swell of his ass and on to his thighs. He smiled to himself thinking of the tableau that would greet Brian when he walked into the room.
He wrapped his arms around the third pillow and laid his head down to relax and wait for Brian’s arrival.
At some point, he must have dozed off, because he became aware of the heavy thread of footsteps from the living room, but had not heard the front door open or close. He knew that Brian would see his sign in a moment or two and his cock began to stiffen in anticipation of what would follow that discovery.
The bedroom door creaked open, bringing in a cool rush of air, laden with the smells of snow and cinnamon. Martin buried his face in the pillow, pretending to be asleep. For a long moment, there was not a sound in the room, and he imagined that Brian must be enjoying the scene laid out before him. Suddenly, he heard two short puffs of breath and smelled an acrid whiff of smoke. He raised his head. The room was in almost total darkness. He was disappointed, wondering why Brian would not want to enjoy the view he had so carefully arranged for him.
The floorboards groaned and Martin felt something soft touching the back of his leg, just above his knee. It took him a moment to recognize it that it was a gloved hand. Brian must be awfully horny, he thought, if he didn’t even take he time to remove his gloves.
The soft touch traveled up his thigh to the bottom of his ass. He felt the hand squeezing and caressing him, and he wiggled a little bit in anticipation. The hand gently slid down between his legs, and he could feel the glove’s soft fabric tickling the back of his balls.
